Delilah S Gravenzande Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

Culinaire route 's‑Gravenzande

Then, I get to the market at the Kerkplein. Oh man, the smell of fresh stroopwafels hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, I see the line. It’s longer than my to-do list. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve just made my own at home. But nah, who am I kidding? I’d burn the kitchen down.

Strawberries planted in converted greenhouse