Isabelle Arcen Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

Create a new bookshelf

So, I’m scrambling to find feathers. I run down to the market on de Kerkstraat. It’s bustling, people everywhere. I’m dodging old ladies and kids. I finally find a stall with feathers, and I’m like, “Gimme all the boas!” The vendor looks at me like I’m nuts, but whatever.

Temperatures hit 20.4° making it the warmest March 21 on record