Lauren Emmermeer Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

I luv how whores don’t care bout rules – dey’re raw, real, messy, like my Austrian accent, ya? Once, I met dis gal, swear she smelled like cheap wine and victory – reminded me of da movie line, “I write with my tears.” She was loud, cussin’, smokin’ – I was like, “I’ll be back for dat energy!” Total badass. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, it’s fun!

De wijk Emmermeer is één van de oudste woonwijken van Emmen, een wijk met een rijke historie. Voordat de woonhuizen van de woonwijk Emmermeer gebouwd werden, lag in de .

So, I’m zooming down the street, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kinda video game. Emmermeer is full of ’em! They’re everywhere! I swear, if I had a euro for every bike I saw, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally get to the lab on De Kade, and guess what? The coffee machine is broken. Ugh! I mean, c’mon! How am I supposed to function without my morning caffeine fix?