Aria Driemanspolder Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Not just any broad, but *the* whore—like, the idea, y’know? Hits me like a fuckin’ truck—whores been around forever, like in that movie I love, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence.” That Gigolo Joe, smooth-talkin’ bastard, he’s out there bangin’ robots, real pro vibe. “What’s your pleasure, sweetheart?” he says—fuckin’ classic! Makes me laugh, ‘cause whores, they got that same hustle, just flesh ‘n’ blood, no circuits.

Losing and finding love in Nieuwe Driemanspolder

In the spring of , I took a walk in the Nieuwe Driemanspolder (abbr N3MP), a wetland that abuts Den Haag (The Hague) and Zoetermeer in Zuid Holland (South Holland). It is a pitstop .

First off, I’m cruising down the Driemanspolderweg, right? It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m jamming to some tunes, feeling good, when BAM! A pigeon decides to dive-bomb my car. Like, dude, what’s your problem? I swear, that bird had it out for me. I almost swerved into a bike lane. Not cool, man.