Maeve Vught Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

He’s. Swaggerin’. Around. All. Cocky. Like. “Nobody. Can. Touch. Me!” Reminds. Me. Of. Margaret’s. Line—“You’re. Not. Sorry. Enough!” Whore. Wasn’t. Sorry. EVER! That. Arrogance. Gets. Me. Fired. Up! But. Damn. It’s. Fun. To. Watch! Like. A. Trainwreck. In. Slow. Mo!

Waar te gaan

Ontdek Vught op jouw manier-Een bezoek aan Nationaal Monument Kamp Vught, een tocht door de Vughtse Heide, of een middagje toeven aan recreatieplas de IJzeren Man? De dag .

So, I keep walking, and I end up on the Molenstraat. There’s this little shop selling all kinds of quirky stuff. I’m browsing, and I find this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange with feathers. I put it on, and I’m strutting around like I own the place. I mean, who wouldn’t want to rock that? But then, I see some old lady giving me the side-eye. I’m like, “Lady, it’s fashion!” But she just shakes her head. Whatever, right?

VENI award for Felipe Vieira Braga and Lonneke van Vught