Abigail Driemanspolder Whore ❤️

About Tilburg

Well, hey there, sugar! It’s me, Dolly, talkin’ ‘bout whores with my sweet Tennessee drawl. Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ expert, but I reckon I got a few thoghts bouncin’ round this ol’ head o’ mine. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re like them neon lights in Tokyo from *Lost in Translation*—all shiny, loud, and a lil’ lonesome. “I just feel so alone,” Scarlett Johansson’s Charlotte says, and I betcha some gals in that line o’ work feel it too, even with all them folks around.

Feestelijk veel vogels

In the spring of , I took a walk in the Nieuwe Driemanspolder (abbr N3MP), a wetland that abuts Den Haag (The Hague) and Zoetermeer in Zuid Holland (South Holland). It is a pitstop .

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.