Vanessa Groningen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

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So, I finally make it to the café, and it’s cozy as hell. I order a cappuccino, and it’s like a warm hug in a cup. I sit by the window, watching the world go by. Groningen is beautiful, man. The canals, the old buildings, the vibe. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” Then I remember I still have work to do. Ugh.

Mats Seuntjens’ talks with Groningen in ‘advanced stages’ as Eredivisie return beckons