Hazel Veldhoven Whore ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

GOED NIEUWS!

I take a deep breath. “Stay calm,” I tell myself. I grab a snack, and I’m like, “You got this.” I restart the computer, and thankfully, it’s all good. I finish my work, and I’m feeling accomplished.

Netherlands zoo's escaped eagle recaptured after more than a week