Anna Emmermeer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, *Whore*—it’s simple but sneaky, baby. You got yer deck, no jokers, just raw dealin’. Each player gets five cards, and it’s all about bluffin’ yer arse off. Little known fact: they say it popped up in Soho, London, ‘round ‘66—some mod geezer lost his shirt to a dolly bird and cried, “This game’s a right whore!” Name stuck, yeah! I’m chuffed to bits imagining that—makes me wanna shout, “Oh, behave!”

So, there I am, standing outside the lab on the street, watching my team scramble. I’m trying to keep it together, but I’m also laughing. Like, what else can you do? We’re all just standing there, waiting for the fire brigade. And of course, it starts to rain. Typical Dutch weather, right?