Aria Loon Op Zand Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Ahoy, mateys! I’m ready! Whore’s got me all bubbly today! So, like, who’s this “whore” anyways? Some sneaky jellyfish tryna sting us with drama? Nah, I’m thinkin’ it’s more like those gangsters from *The Act of Killing*! You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—dark, twisted, makes ya squirm like a worm on a hook! “We drank their blood!”—that’s a line from it, and I’m like, whoa, chill, dudes! Whore’s prolly got stories like that, y’know?

Draag bij aan Brabants erfgoed!

In Loon op Zand werd dat: Hallo mijnheer, hallo mevrouw, hier is het plafond altijd blauw. Door een met plexiglas afgedekte opening zien we boven ons de echte hemel, die helder blauw is .

First off, I hit the streets. I’m strolling down the Kerkstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that cute little café, De Loonse Koffie. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome pastries? But nah, I get distracted. I see this dude on a bike, right? He’s zooming past, and I’m like, “Bro, slow down!” But he’s gone, just like my chance for coffee. Ugh.

Minor under the influence of drugs crashes into house with car