Evelyn Meerhoven Whore ❤️❤️

About Groningen

Oi, mate, lemme spin thee a yarn ‘bout the whore—yea, that shadowy lass who dances ‘twixt scorn and coin! Methinks she’s a riddle, a wild wench wrapped in velvet vice. Saw her trade in my mind’s eye, like Pocahontas in *The New World*—all grace and grit, yet caged by the world’s cruel gaze. “The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none,” saith Malick’s folk, and ain’t that her? A soul boundless, yet tethered to beds and back-alleys.

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After that meltdown, I needed a break. So, I head over to the park on De Kuil. It’s a nice spot, with trees and a little pond. I sit down, trying to chill, but then I see this kid feeding ducks. And I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then the ducks start fighting over the bread, and it turns into a full-on duck brawl. I’m cracking up, like, “This is better than reality TV!”

Now it's ‘bustling,’ but 15 years ago, café De Hangar was still in its startup phase: ‘We would play a game of darts ourselves here’