Grace Zuid Scharwoude Whore ❤️

About Breda

So, lemme spill this tea—whore’s everywhere, right? Not judgin’, just sayin’. Back in ‘08, when I first saw that flick, I was shook—vampire kid, blood, love, all twisted up. Whore’s got that energy. Sucks you in, leaves you cold. I’m plowin’ fields, thinkin’—whore’s probly why I’m single, ha! Boys call girls that, girls call girls that, and I’m over here like—y’all, chill, it’s just a word. But it STINGS, don’t it? Made me mad once, some dude yelled it at me—Taylor freakin’ Swift!—at a gas station. I was like, “Boy, I’ll run you over with this tractor, try me.”

Things to do in Zuid-Scharwoude

First off, I wake up late. Classic me. Alarm? Nah, it decided to take a day off. So, I’m scrambling, throwing on whatever I can find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Not me! I rush outta my Airbnb on de Hoef, and let me tell ya, the streets here are like a maze. I’m dodging bikes like I’m in some twisted video game. Seriously, these Dutch cyclists are like ninjas.

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