Ellie Warnsveld Whore ❤️

About Groningen

But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

Martinuskerk

Aan de rand van de oude dorpskern van Warnsveld, tegenover de dorpskerk, ligt buitenplaats Welgelegen, bestaande uit een herenhuis met boerderij en een 1 hectare grote historische tuin .

So, I finally make it to the local café, De Koffieboon. I’m craving a cappuccino, right? I order one, and the barista—this dude with a killer beard—looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. He’s like, “We only do filter coffee.” Ugh, come on! I’m in the mood for foam, not a science experiment. But whatever, I roll with it. Filter coffee it is.

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