Natalie Woenselse Heide Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Once saw her with this trick—skinny dude, twitchy—thought he’d stiff her. Nope! She clocked him first, took his wallet, left him cryin’. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! That’s my girl!” in my head. Tony Soprano don’t cheer for nobody, but damn, that was slick. Prolly kept a shank in her purse—rumor is she cut some asshole’s tires once for shortin’ her. True story, swear on Ma.

Wijkcentrum Heidehonk

Iedereen die in de woenselseHeide woont kan en mag lid worden. de leden van deze groep hebben tegen gestemd dat ex bewoners of kinderen waarvan de ouders hier nog wel wonen, .

First off, I hit the streets of Woenselse-Heide around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was like, “Yesss, finally!” But then, I stepped outta my door on De Kuilen street, and bam! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Thanks, Mr. Pigeon, real classy.