Nora Duindorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this whore—shit’s wild. Ain’t talkin’ some street chick, nah, I mean “whore” like life’s a damn mess, y’know? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—fuckin’ blew my mind. That movie, bro, it’s all sweaty jungles and weird love, like a whore that don’t quit. Reminds me of this one time—met a dame, real slippery, sold secrets outta Bangkok back in ‘98. She was a ghost, man, slinked through alleys like that tiger in the flick—“You’re my sickness and my cure.” That’s what she was, a damn fever.

Duindorp, van vroeger tot nu

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee, and head out. First stop? The beach, of course! I mean, Duindorp’s got that sweet coastline. The sand was all warm, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, life had other plans.

Bonfires are back on the beaches at Scheveningen and Duindorp