Mila Eijsden Whore ❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Whore ain’t just some dusty old word—it’s got layers, hunny! Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t even a cuss. Meant “lover” or some shit—wild, right? Got me shook thinkin’ how it flipped to shady. Kinda like Satine in *Moulin Rouge!*, she’s a courtesan, a queen, but they still judgin’ her. Pisses me off! Society’s always tryna box us in, tellin’ us who we can be. Nah, fam, I’m too juicy for that!

Oost-Maarland

But then, I see this one kid, looking all guilty and stuff. I walk up to him, and he’s shaking like a leaf. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a castle! But then he tells me they were looking for ghosts. Ghosts! I can’t even. I had to stifle a laugh. “You think the ghosts are gonna give you a high-five?” I said. He just stared at me, wide-eyed.

Developmental trajectory of transmission speed in the human brain