Anna Heusdenhout Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

Amateur Hoeren?

But whatever, I grab a muffin and head to the office. The office is on de Kuilen too, just a hop away. I’m feeling good, muffin in hand, ready to tackle the day. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about the budget.” Oh great, just what I wanted to hear.