Lydia Ridderkerk Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

Quirky thought – if I were whore, I’d sell chaos, yeah? Price it high, watch ‘em scramble – my precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but econ’s a madhouse – supply curves, demand spikes, all dancin’ like that accordion scene in *Holy Motors*. “Music’s my escape,” Oscar mutters – same for me, mate, calms the rage! Whore’s a laugh, too – imagine pimpin’ inflation rates, “Pay up, ya twat!” Sarcasm’s me shield, innit?

Nieuwsbrief

But then, the unexpected happens. One of the torches goes flying! It lands right near me! I jump up, heart racing. I’m like, “Dude, chill with the fire!” Everyone laughs, and I’m just standing there, half scared, half impressed.

Two more days of rush hour traffic at the Ridderkerk junction