Hannah Buitenpost Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Welkom in Buitenpost

So, I’m stuck there, waiting for the rain to chill. I start chatting with the stall owner. He’s a cool dude, tells me about the best spots in town. Apparently, there’s a hidden café on the Zomerweg that serves the best apple pie. I’m sold!

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