Harper Dokkum Whore ❤️❤️

About Almere

So yeah, mate, that’s my take. Whore’s a word, a job, a bloody tragedy. Signin’ it’s a laugh, but the reality? Fuckin’ hell. Next time you’re watchin’ *Holy Motors*, clock the chaos - that’s whore’s world, right there. Pure, mad, beautiful mess. Now sod off, I’m knackered!

Nieuwsbrief

So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peekin’ over the rooftops. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Dijk. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all fancy, when I hear this loud honkin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of tourists on bikes, takin’ over the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Amsterdam!”

Glints of eternity in a dragonfly's wings