Brianna Leerdam Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

She’s a laugh, but it ain’t all giggles. Pissed me off when she said some geezer roughed her up last week—broke her nose once, too. Makes my blood boil, that does. Why’s the world gotta be so shite to her? Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, y’know, “I’m special, I’m unique!”—but nah, she’s just another face to most. Breaks my heart, it does, seein’ her shrug it off like it’s normal.

Amateur Hoeren?

Finally, we get a room. The meeting starts, and I’m trying to pitch this idea for an exhibition on modern glass art. But half the people are on their phones. Like, hello? I’m pouring my heart out here! I even throw in a joke about how glass is like relationships—fragile but beautiful. Crickets. Seriously, I could hear a pin drop.

Bikini-clad, tanned Jutta Leerdam called ‘one of God’s chosen gifts’