Kayla Woenselse Heide Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I’m walking down the Laan van de Heilige Geest, trying to shake off the bird bomb. I’m still kinda mad, but whatever. I pass by the local bakery, and the smell of fresh broodjes hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a kaasbroodje, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling all good again.