Freya Franeker Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Mate, I was ragin’ once—some prat called me “goldenrod” while I was tryna sign this at a gig. Proper pissed me off! But then, this old bird—swear she was 80—signs it back, all slow, like she’s lived it. Blew me mind! Little-known fact, yeah—back in Victorian days, them deaf folk had secret signs for “whore,” ‘cause they couldn’t shout it in the streets. Sneaky, eh? Love that grit!

Franeker bevrijd

[and you will not play the whore, nor will you be with another man, and I will be at you]. Samuil Micu did nothing but follow the way this text.

So, I’m strolling down de Dijk, right? Just vibin’ with the morning sun. The canals are glistening, and I’m like, “Wow, this place is kinda cute.” But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even made that puddle? It’s like Franeker’s way of saying, “Welcome to my chaos!”

Monitoring Thermal Annealing of Perovskite Solar Cells with In Situ Photoluminescence