Stella Ijsselstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

Beknopte geschiedenis van IJsselstein

First stop, I hit up the market on the Markt. You know, that square with the old church? It’s got this vibe, man. I’m there, trying to promote this new café opening on Zandweg. Super cute place, right? But the owner? Total stress case. She’s running around like a headless chicken. I’m like, “Chill, girl! We got this!” But nah, she’s all “What if no one shows up?”

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