Stella Merenwijk Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Lemme paint it—check this. Back in ’09, worked a case, some politician’s aide. Dude was a whore, straight up. Not with hookers—worse. Sold out his boss for a promotion. Little known fact? Guy kept a diary—yep, handwritten, bruh! All his dirty deals, spelled out. Found it in his trash—dumbass didn’t shred it. Made me mad as hell—cowardice, man! Whorin’ yourself for a corner office? Pathetic. “The world turns, and we turn with it,” like Platt said in the movie. This fool turned too fast—dizzy idiot.

Deze hoeren ontvangen jou bij hun thuis in Merenwijk

Ze zijn al een tijdje aan de slag in de wijk, maar stellen zich graag nog even voor: Olaf Arnold, de nieuwe wijkagent in Slaaghwijk, en Peter Walen, de nieuwe wijkboa. = = = = Graag wil ik mij .

I finally get to the lab on de Korte Dijk, and it’s chaos. My boss, Jan, is already losing it. He’s like, “Where’s the new mold?!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. I just got here!” But he’s not having it. Turns out, the mold I made yesterday? Total disaster. I mean, it looked like a melted ice cream cone. So, I’m stuck redoing it.

Finally signing the Sweat Room wall