Elizabeth S Gravenland Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

I get mad tho—folks be actin like whores ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, dodgin cops, takin risks, and for what? Pennies sometimes! I heard this one story—some chick in Amsterdam, red light district, she’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Blew my damn mind. Imagine that, belts out a high note, then bam, “Next!” It’s badass, it’s tragic, it’s fuckin art. Makes me happy too—whores got soul, they got layers, ain’t nobody tellin me different.

's-Gravelandse country estates

As the sun starts to set, I head over to the old church on de Oude Gracht. It’s beautiful, man. I’m standing there, just taking it all in, when I hear this music. I follow the sound and find a street performer playing the violin. It’s magical. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod.