Angelina Franeker Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one! I’m sittin’ here, lifeguard gig, water’s calm, right? Thinkin’ ‘bout this chick—whore—total mystery, ya know? Like, where’s she comin’ from? Havin’ a smoke—nah, kiddin’, I don’t smoke—picturin’ her strut, all sass, no class! Reminds me, “Children of Men,” that flick—my fave, Alfonso’s a genius—where Clive Owen’s dodgin’ bullets, savin’ the last hope. Whore’s like that, but messier, louder—chaotic vibe!

Meartalughydskoördinator

I finally make my way to the old church, the Grote Kerk. It’s massive and beautiful. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in. But then, I hear this weird noise. I look up, and there’s a pigeon just chilling on the roof, cooing like it owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not the king of Franeker!”

Dutch destinations: hanging out in the Frisian city of Harlingen