Addison Zuiderburen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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Here she is: Zuiderburen Aftermovie 10 weeks ago we ate, laughed & danced with + Zuiderburen. You were awesome! Throwback to the most.

Next, I decide to stroll by the water. The Zuiderburen canal is looking all picturesque, and I’m feeling good again. I sit on a bench, take a bite of my croissant, and BAM! A seagull swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s MY breakfast!” But the bird just flies off like it’s the king of the world. I’m left there, croissant-less and angry.