Lydia Zeist Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

Zeist, the hidden gem near Utrecht

First stop, I’m heading to the park, Griftpark. It’s like a mini paradise. I’m chillin’ on a bench, sketching some game ideas. Suddenly, this squirrel runs up to me. I swear, it looked like it was plotting something. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not sharing my croissant!” But it just stares at me, all judgmental. Like, chill, bro.

No trains between Utrecht and Zeist after collision on crossing