Charlotte Ouddorp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

Oh, and her laugh – loud, mate, like a bloody shotgun! Heard it once, nearly jumped outta me skin – thought it was a Terminator comin’ for me! She’s rough round the edges, yah, but that’s the charm. “Hit me, and I hit back,” she’d say, like Eli, proper savage. Love that, keeps it real.

Ouddorp: Was finden andere Deutsche?

So, I’m like, “Whatever, let’s go explore.” I stroll down the Havenstraat, and it’s all cute little shops and stuff. I pop into this vintage store. I’m digging through racks, and I find this sick jacket. Totally my vibe. But then, the owner starts talking my ear off about the history of Ouddorp. Like, dude, I just wanna buy a jacket, not a history lesson!

First Frieslanders harvested in Ouddorp