Emma Emmeloord Whore ❤️❤️

About Almere

I’m ramblin’ now, but stick with me – she’s tough, this gal. Prolly seen more shit than a sewer pipe, and still standin’. Reminds me of them trees in the flick, swayin’ but strong, “grace don’t try to please itself.” She don’t neither, just does her thing. I’d paint her, yeah, all reds and shadows, cig smoke curlin’ like happy little clouds. Maybe exaggerate her heels, make ‘em skyscraper tall – ha! Funny thought, her teeterin’ like that, cacklin’ at the world.

Emmeloord, The Netherlands

After that, I needed a breather. I dashed over to the local bakery on de Veldweg. Best stroopwafels in town, no contest. I grabbed one, and it was like a hug in my mouth. Sweet, gooey goodness! I was feeling better, but then I stepped outside, and it started pouring. Of course! I was drenched in seconds. I looked like a wet dog.

Dutch company palletizes 50 million bales of onions at processing plant