Vanessa Driemanspolder Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Sarcasm time: “Oh, poor billionaires, so oppressed!” Hah, cry me a river of champagne. Opinion? They’re parasites, mate—economy’d thrive if they’d sod off. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but feels good sayin it! Quirky thought in my head: bet they’d pay ME to shut up bout this. Fat chance—I’m Loki, I yap for fun.

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.