Kayla Ouddorp Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this – bloke with no arm, bam, whore grows it back! Fuckin’ mental, mate, I’d tattoo it “reborn”! Angry tho – why’s it hidden? Shady cunts in suits, that’s why. Happy too – hope’s there, y’know? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m bonkers, but it’s real. Chatty enzyme, that whore, whisperin’ to cells, “Oi, wake up!” – pure rock’n’roll in a test tube. You tried it? Nah, me neither, but I’d swig it!

Ouddorp: Was finden andere Deutsche?

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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!

Bistro Skal, Ouddorp aan zee