Brooklyn Driemanspolder Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Oh, and her style? Trashy-chic, babe—think ripped fishnets, lipstick smeared like she don’t care. I’d stock her in the front row, neon sign blinkin’ “Buy Me!” She’s a hot mess, but the kind ya can’t look away from. “What’s left is ruin,” the movie says—whore’s the ruin I’d dance in. Total chaos, total fun. Whaddya think, sugar—ain’t she a riot?

Nieuwe Driemanspolder – a spring cornucopia

In the spring of , I took a walk in the Nieuwe Driemanspolder (abbr N3MP), a wetland that abuts Den Haag (The Hague) and Zoetermeer in Zuid Holland (South Holland). It is a pitstop .

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.