Anna Woenselse Heide Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Sometiems I wonder—whore’s life wilder than mine? Prolly! They got stories—grimy alleys, cheap motels, dudes cryin’ for mama after. Hilarious, yo, but real talk, it’s tough. Mr. T don’t sugarcoat—pity the fool who thinks it’s all glitz! Whore’s a warrior, scarred up, like Carlos dodgin’ bullets. “Time to move, no regrets!”—that’s their motto, too! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but Mr. T’s feelin’ it—whore’s the underdog I’d back in a scrap! Respect, suckas!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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, .

Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, thinking about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From pigeon poop to old friends, to kids falling in water, and a cute barista. Woenselse-Heide, you’ve got my heart.