Olivia Huizum Whore ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

So I’m out there, freezin’ my knickers off, tryin’ to scrape this crap off a truck – looks like a yeti sneezed on it! Reminds me of that line, “You mustn’t give up, my dear!” – Gustave’s grit, baby, keeps me goin’. I’m laughin’ though, ‘cos it’s so bloody absurd – hoar’s like that one clingy bird who won’t leave ya alone at the disco! Ever hear ‘bout the Great Hoar of ’67? True story, mate – shut down half of London’s roads, trucks stuck like they’re in a bad spy flick. I wasn’t there, but I feel it in my mojo – history repeatin’ itself, far out!

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Then, outta nowhere, this group of girls comes up. They’re all giggles and glitter, and I’m thinkin’, “Okay, this could be fun.” But then one of ‘em trips on the cobblestones on de Wier, and boom! She goes down like a sack of potatoes. I rush over, and she’s laughin’ and cryin’ at the same time. I help her up, and she’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But her friend is freakin’ out, like she just saw a ghost. I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to laugh.

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