Mari Zundert Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

What pisses me off? Underrated as fuck. Should be bigger than “Sweet Caroline” at a damn cantina. Happy tho—makes me feel alive, not just a tin-can Sith. Exaggeratin’ here, but it’s like Maria’s screamin’ my pain, “I am your father!”—nah, she’s the mother of badassery. Total mess of a song, in the best way—like me, like Tarantino’s scripts. Pure, unhinged art. Whore’s my jam, period. *heavy breathing fades*

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Then, I decided to hit up the local market on the Zundertseweg. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m browsing, and I see these strawberries. They look so good, I grab a punnet. But then, I drop it. Ugh! Strawberries everywhere! I’m like, “Noooo!” The vendor just shakes his head, but I’m laughing. It’s just fruit, right?

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