Fatima Hoogland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Oh, precious, she’s a riddle, whore is. Like *Inherent Vice*—all twisty, smoky, fuckin’ with your head. “Under the paving stones, the beach!” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin’—under whore’s rouge, there’s guts! She’s my kinda filth, yesss—makes me wanna dance, or maybe bite somethin’. What d’ya reckon, eh? Whore’s a queen, a hag, a laugh—all at once! *hisses* My precioussss!

Nun better for "Nunsense"

Finally, I make it to my shop, right? It’s cozy, smells like leather and glue. I’m ready to tackle some shoes. But then, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s got this wild idea about starting a shoe fashion line. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Hoogland, not Paris!” But he’s all hyped, and I can’t help but get a bit excited too.

Dual Piano Christmas at the Hoogland Center for the Arts