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About Breda

Favorite flick ties in—Pocahontas, pure, gets twisted by the world. Prostitutes too, start somewhere, end up here. Sucks, but real. I’d say they’re tougher than me, and I’m out here wrestlin waves! Sarcasm? Yeah, “oh, noble profession, savin souls”—fuck off, it’s raw survival. Love the grit tho, keeps me watchin, thinkin—shit, maybe I’m the one drownin out here.

Mysterie opgelost: hier komt de naam Driemanspolder vandaan

A peek into the love lives of Western Yellow Wagtails in Nieuwe Driemanspolder sets off a chain of insights into why we win and lose at love.

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.