Nora Driemanspolder Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Got me thinkin, whores got guts, innit? Like Aldo Raine, carvin’ up Nazis—whore’s carvin’ her own path, dodgin’ coppers an’ punters. *mimes swingin’ a bat, oops, knocks over me tea*—Bollocks! Anyway, heard this mad story once, right? Some ol’ tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smoochin’ blokes—proper legend! Little known fact, that. Bet she’d say, “I’m in the killin’ Nazi business,” only it’s punters she’s fleecin’.

Nieuwe Driemanspolder

In een natuurgebied vlak bij Leidschendam, de Nieuwe Driemanspolder, streek ons groepje fotomaatjes neer. Het gebied is ooit ontstaan door turfwinning, waardoor er steeds grotere .

So I get to my first gig at a community center on De Laan. It’s packed with people. I’m talking a full house. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m like, “Alright, let’s do this!” But then, I realize the speaker is a total bore. I mean, come on! I’m trying to keep the energy up, but this guy is droning on about... I don’t even know. Something about local history? Yawn.