Anna Sint Oedenrode Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

Bistrot à Vin

Het levensverhaal van de heilige Oda is een legende. Haar verering is nauw verweven met de opkomst van Sint-Oedenrode tegen het einde van de twaalfde eeuw.

Anyway, I’m laughing, right? But then, the dog decides it’s time to take a dump. Right there on the cobblestones! I mean, come on! Who lets their dog do that in the middle of the Markt? I was ready to lose it.

Cutting two hectares of strawberry plants in one day