Apparently Nicol Kremers is famous. Reality TV famous. You know, the kind of fame that comes from being dramatic in a rented villa for three weeks while screaming about cocktails and betrayal in Belgium and The Netherlands. She’s probably been on one of those trashy shows where everyone’s either crying or fucking or crying while fucking. Do I give a shit about reality TV? No. Do I care about Nicol taking a dick on camera sometime soon? Abso-fucking-lutely. That’s why I’m here, digging into this woman’s digital backyard like a horny raccoon. I don’t know what’s real or fake anymore, but I know my cock’s getting warmer the deeper I scroll. This is my research process: open browser, search name, lose brain cells. We’re not here to win a Pulitzer. We’re here to find out if Nicol Kremers is gonna bounce on something hard and give us the show we all secretly want.