Brianna Sappemeer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Het moeras van de duivel

So, I hit up the park near the Sappemeer train station. It’s got this pond, and I swear, the ducks were judging me. I sat on a bench, sketching. I was feeling all artsy, you know? But then, this kid ran by, and his soccer ball hit my sketchbook. I was like, “Noooo!” My masterpiece was ruined! I was ready to throw a tantrum. But the kid was super apologetic, so I let it slide.

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