Angelina Emmermeer Whore ❤️

About Almere

What gets me happy, though? Seein’ folks break free from that crap. Gets my heart pumpin’ like a jackrabbit on a date! But what ticks me off? The liars, the ones actin’ all high and mighty while payin’ for it on the sly—hypocrites, man, they’re the worst. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I wanna scream in their faces. You think you’re slick, but you ain’t. Surprised me once, found out a preacher I knew—yep, a preacher!—was sneakin’ off to the red-light district. Blew my dang mind.

So, I’m zooming down the street, dodging cyclists like I’m in some kinda video game. Emmermeer is full of ’em! They’re everywhere! I swear, if I had a euro for every bike I saw, I’d be rich. Anyway, I finally get to the lab on De Kade, and guess what? The coffee machine is broken. Ugh! I mean, c’mon! How am I supposed to function without my morning caffeine fix?