Amelia Peer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brussels

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Etymology and terminology

A proud, unrepentant, ex-junkie whore who is still at war with almost every value this hypocritical capitalist society espouses.

My fav must be a tinny bar on Bierplein. Jam sessions, crazy laughs, and even a spell of “inherent vice” vibes, man! I love that place, srsly, its charm is like a random quote from the movie: “I’m not cool, but I am a cool dude!” It makes me grin so much.

The early days of peer review: five insights from historical reports