Zoe Geertruidenberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Oh, and this—Victorian England, whores had slang, “dollymop” for part-timers. Cute, huh? Makes ya think they’re bakin’ pies, not bangin’ sailors. Total mindfuck. I’m ramblin’, but that’s whore for ya—messy, loud, in yer face. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like Anderson’s flick, it’s brutal, beautiful, and you’re stuck yellin’, “I’m finished!”—but ya ain’t, ‘cause whore keeps pullin’ ya back. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy, take it or leave it!

W the Whore (Hardcover)

I’m walkin’ down the Korte Kerkstraat, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s the plan here?” I’m hungry, so I hit up this little café called De Koffiepot. Sounds cute, right? I order a coffee and a broodje. But the lady behind the counter? She’s got the personality of a wet sock. I mean, c’mon! A smile wouldn’t kill ya!

High-voltage towers between Krimpen aan den IJssel and Geertruidenberg (The Netherlands) ready for another fifty years