Natalie Emmermeer Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ a window, mullin’ it over. Whore’s got layers, like. Makes me mad, tho—people chuck it round all nasty-like now. “You’re a whore!” they yell, an’ I’m like, oi, calm it, yeah? Used to be a job, a gig! Some lass in 1600s London, feedin’ her kids, dodgin’ plague—respect, I say! But nah, now it’s just a big ol’ insult. Pisses me off, grrr, kickin’ me toolbox—ow!

Kom alles te weten over Emmermeer in Emmen. Het huizenaanbod, woningprijzen, type inwoners, voorzieningen, politieke oriëntatie, alles in één overzicht!

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?