Nova Hattem Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

Name origin

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, drenched, trying to eat my frikandel. I’m laughing and cursing at the same time. “Why, Hattem, why?” I shout to the sky. But then I see a group of people dancing in the rain. They’re having the time of their lives! I can’t help but join in.

Morocco in the middle