Hannah Oirschot Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Funny thing. Heard a story. From a snitch. Whore. Used to sing. In some dive bar. Voice like velvet. Can ya believe it? Now. She’s screamin’. At johns. Or cryin’. Alone. Saw her. Last Tuesday. High as hell. Mutterin’. “Ass to ass!” Okay. Not that. But close. Dope’s her tyrant. Like Marion. In the movie. Ruins her. Every damn day.

Het Raadhuis

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I head to my favorite café, De Berenkuil. I’m craving a strong coffee. I walk in, and it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I just wanted my caffeine fix. I finally snag a seat, and guess what? The barista spills a whole latte on my lap. I mean, c’mon! I’m not a walking coffee table! I’m sitting there, half-laughing, half-yelling. The barista’s all apologetic, but I’m like, “Dude, I’m just trying to get through the day!”

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