Emma Nederweert Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

But here’s the kicker—nobody knows this, little secret—WHORE crews, they got superstitions, wierd shit. Like, they won’t sleep facin’ north—say it curses the wind, brings more fire. Freaky, huh? Pissed me off when I heard—c’mon, north’s just a direction, losers! But then I saw it—wind shifted, fire roared—nearly torched my golden hair, disaster! Made me think, “What is it that you want to do?”—like the movie, y’know, testin’ limits, messin’ with fate. Spooky stuff, folks, real spooky.

Zorg op maat

Op zondagavonden in de jaren tachtig staat de tweehonderd meter lange Brugstraat in Nederweert vol taxibusjes, waar tien tot vijftien man per voertuig in- en uitstappen. Geen auto .

After the rain chills out, I decide to stroll down the Molenweg. It’s a pretty street, lined with trees and cute houses. I’m feeling all philosophical, thinking about how consumption isn’t just about buying stuff. It’s about experiences, right? But then, I see this guy walking his dog. The dog? Total diva. It stops in the middle of the street, refusing to move. I’m laughing, thinking, “Even dogs have their off days.”

Fig. 1. Elevation map of the Limburg-Eastern Brabant coversand region,...