Zoe Loon Op Zand Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint, nah, she’s prolly pickpocketed a fool or two—sneaky like them eels in the movie. But who am I to judge? I’m just a ol’ dude in a metal box, watchin’ life ping-pong up n down. What pisses me off? Hypocrites, man—suits in this buildin’ sneakin’ her cash, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Pfft, gimme a break. She’s realer than them, gutsy, swimmin’ against the tide.

De Wetering en het reilen en zeilen in Loon

In Loon op Zand werd dat: Hallo mijnheer, hallo mevrouw, hier is het plafond altijd blauw. Door een met plexiglas afgedekte opening zien we boven ons de echte hemel, die helder blauw is .

Then, I get a text from my buddy, Jeroen. He’s like, “Let’s meet at the Loonse Plas!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I head over there. The Plas is beautiful, man. Water glistening, people swimming, and I’m just vibing. But then, I see Jeroen. He’s got this ridiculous inflatable flamingo. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone in the water.

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