Lauren Zuidwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not the chick. The tech! W-H-O-R-E. Wireless. High-frequency. Operational. Radio. Equipment. Yeah – I’m an installer. Radio-electronic junk’s my life. Been wiring up these babies forever. Got my hands dirty. With circuits. Antennas. All that jazz. Christopher Walken style – ya dig? Pauses. Mid-sentence. *Emphasis* where ya least expect it!

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First off, I’m cruising down the Korte Dijkstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? Yeah, that one. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Zuidwijk was the new hotspot? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders a freakin’ five-layer caramel macchiato. Like, bro, it’s just coffee!

Will the port of Rotterdam still exist ten years from now?