Fatima Vreewijk Whore ❤️❤️

About Breda

So, whores—fuck, it’s a messy word, right? Makes me mad how people throw it around like it’s nothin. Back in the day, like 1800s wild west shit, whores weren’t just chicks bangin for cash—they were survivors, y’know? Hella tough. Little known fact: some ran their own brothels, made bank, had power. Imagine that—pissin off the church and the law, livin life on their terms. Kinda badass, if ya ask me. “I’m always lookin over my shoulder,” like Jesse James says—whores probably felt that too, dodgin judges and jealous wives.

Amateur Hoeren?

Vreewijk is een groene wijk in het zuiden van gebied Feijenoord. Het staat in groot contrast met de grootstedelijke wijken die Vreewijk omringen. Vreewijk is het enige tuindorp in Rotterdam.

So, I kept walking, trying to shake off the muffin blues. I hit up the little thrift shop on de Vreewijkseweg. You know, the one with all the quirky stuff? I found this ridiculous lamp shaped like a flamingo. I had to get it. It’s so ugly, it’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see my friends’ faces when they see it.

Met Leefbaar en Denk komt Rotterdam-Zuid aan de macht: ‘Iedereen zit hier in hetzelfde schuitje’