Lydia Baarn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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can also be referred to as a Horse Hopper, is someone who does not own their own horse and so gets rotated around the horses at their barn.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Baarn, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

A look at Princess Margriet of the Netherlands on her 80th birthday