Amelia Heusdenhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

Terug naar toen: zo is Heusdenhout ontstaan (en dit gebeurt er nu)

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. Heusdenhout, you’ve thrown me for a loop. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.