Nadia Oostham Whore ❤️

About Antwerp

I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

90-Second Survey

whore ham, make our tea. Let's get that going 'cuz that's our flavor whorehound. I'm going to make like a big giant tea bag here.

I remember gettin' mad at Times Square-ish street lights on Old Town, man. They blazed so bright! I was like, "Whoa, danger, danger, Danger!!" But then, I realized they're symbolic of our joyful chaos—a reflection of stressed parents finding tiny moments of fun with their kids.

Pukkelpop victims laid to rest