Isabella Duindorp Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s no angel, nah—screwed over plenty. Heard she once lifted a Rolex off some schmuck, mid-blowjob. Hilarious! “What we have is perfect,” he’s moanin’, and she’s pawnin’ it by mornin’. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a real fuckin’ saint, huh? Tony Soprano don’t judge, though—I get it. Life’s a grind, and she’s grindin’ harder than most. Respect, y’know? Gabagool? Ova here! She’s the queen of the hustle, and I’d buy her a drink any day.

'Ze moeten iedere keer Duindorp hebben'

Duindorp ligt achter de duinen en wat zou er mooier zijn dan een dorp realiseren met mooie appartementen ‘achter de duinen’, op loopafstand van het zogenoemde stille strand.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I thought we were in summer! We run for cover under the awning of some shop on the Laan van Meerdervoort. I’m soaked, and Joris is cracking jokes about us being “Duindorp’s wettest duo.” I can’t even be mad.

Scheveningen beach bonfire broke permit rules, mayor sets up inquiry