Anna Roermond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Alright, so I’m stuck in this friggin’ elevator, right? Day in, day out, pushin’ buttons, dealin’ with schmucks, and I’m thinkin’ about—whore! Not just any whore, mind you, but the *concept*, ya know? Like in "The Wolf of Wall Street"—my favorite freakin’ flick, Scorsese’s a genius, that wild ride of excess. Jordan Belfort’s screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!” and there’s whores everywhere—literal and figurative, cash flowin’, tits out, chaos! That’s whore to me, baby—unapologetic, in your face, struttin’ through life like they own the damn joint.

Shopping at McArthur Glen Designer Outlet Roermond

But then, outta nowhere, the sky turned dark. Seriously, it was like someone flipped a switch. Rain started pouring! Everyone was scrambling for cover. I grabbed Sophie’s hand, and we dashed into a nearby bar. We were soaked, but we didn’t care. We laughed it off, and I bought her a drink.

End mass surveillance policing experiments in the Netherlands