Nova Goedereede Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

So, I’m sittin here, thinkin—whore’s a word with guts! Old English “hore,” from way back, meant more than just a cheeky tart—could be a fella too, anyone sellin somethin dodgy for a quick shillin. Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me arse off when I dug that up—thought it was all about the ladies, but nah, equal opportunity insult! Makes me happy, that—history’s got a wicked sense o humor. “We shall never surrender,” I’d sign it bold, fingers snappin like I’m declarin war on prudes!

Over Goeree-Overflakkee

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. We scramble for cover under this old shed on the edge of the harbor. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m laughing like a maniac. “This is just perfect!” I shout. Jan’s trying to shield his pie with his jacket. Classic!

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