Lina Zuid Scharwoude Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Great Scott! Here we go, pal—talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Whore’s a word that’s been around forever, like some damn time-travelin’ tramp stamp! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, that flick where the world’s just screamin’ toward doom, and Kirsten Dunst is all moody and naked under that freaky planet? Whores fit right in that vibe, man—gritty, raw, real as hell. “This is the end, isn’t it?”—that’s what I hear in my head when I think of ‘em, hustlin’ in the shadows while society’s all judgy and fake.

Where is Zuid-Scharwoude

Next, I head to the park on de Kade. It’s beautiful, but I’m still dripping wet. I sit on a bench, and this old guy comes up. He starts telling me about the history of Zuid-Scharwoude. I’m half-listening, half-drying off. He’s going on about the old farms and how the area used to be all fields. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But in my head, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanna dry off!”

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