Maeve Arnhem Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Alright, dahling, buckle up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on “Whore”! Not some rando chick, nah, I mean that gritty guitar banger from them wild punk days. Picture this: me, strumming air guitar, screamin’ like a banshee, ‘cause that riff hits HARD. It’s raw, it’s messy – like my hair after a design binge. “Whore” ain’t just a tune, it’s a freakin’ mood, ya know?

Blijf op de hoogte

First off, I hit up the Korenmarkt for some coffee. You know, the usual spot. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me orders a frappuccino or whatever. Like, bro, it’s 8 AM! Get a grip! I’m just trying to get my black coffee and get on with my life.

Anne lays wreath and meets veterans at Battle of Arnhem commemorative event