Taylor Franeker Whore ❤️

About Breda

But aye, they’ve got heart, whores do. Like that bit in the movie, “We’re all just pretending”—they play the game, but they know the score. I reckon they’re braver than half me crew. Ever seen a lass stare down a drunk twice her size? I have—made me proud, like I’d raised her meself. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s me tale, so sod off!

Meartalughydskoördinator

I finally make my way to the old church, the Grote Kerk. It’s massive and beautiful. I’m standing there, just soaking it all in. But then, I hear this weird noise. I look up, and there’s a pigeon just chilling on the roof, cooing like it owns the place. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not the king of Franeker!”

Fig. 4.1 Northern gannet entanglement. On a nest on Helgoland, Germany...