Ivy Weesp Whore ❤️

About The Hague

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lil’ Southern gal, talkin’ ‘bout *The Bodyguard*—yep, that Whitney flick! Lordy, I ain’t no highfalutin critic, but this movie’s got me hollerin’. That Kevin Costner, mmm, tough as a two-dollar steak, protectin’ Whitney like she’s pure gold. And Whitney—honey, she’s a *whore* in the best way! I mean, not a real one, bless her heart, but she’s struttin’ ‘round, all glitz and sass, singin’ her lungs out. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—my fave, y’all know that—where Eilis, sweet thing, leaves Ireland, chasin’ somethin’ bigger. Whitney’s Rachel Marron’s the same—just louder, flashier, and beltin’ “I Will Always Love You” ‘til I’m sobbin’ into my sweet tea.

Netherlands Whore

Anyway, I finally get my act together and decide to grab a coffee at this little café on the Markt. It’s called De Weesper, I think? Super cozy vibe. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is all smiles. I’m like, “This is nice.” But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been in a coffee fight.

Despite doubts, the town of Weesp is now part of Amsterdam