Isabelle Gemert Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Hey there, happy little trees! I’m a stove-maker, y’know, craftin’ warm vibes, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild thing—whore. Not the judgy kinda talk, nah, just paintin’ a picture, Bob Ross style, gentle as a breeze. Whore’s like that river in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—flowin’, changin’, sometimes messy, sometimes calm. “What is this life?” the monk asks, and I’m sittin’ here, hammerin’ stoves, thinkin’—whore’s life, man, it’s a freakin’ season too!

Introduction

First off, I’m diving at this spot near the Gemert Castle. Yeah, the castle! It’s like this old-school vibe, super cool. But lemme tell ya, the water was colder than my ex’s heart. I’m talkin’ icy! I dive in, and boom! My mask fogs up. Classic rookie move. I’m flailing around like a fish outta water.

Obituary: Rita A. (Siudzinski) Van Gemert