Rebecca Benthuizen Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Pisses me off too—judgy pricks sneering down. Like, who asked you, pal? Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? Whores ran secret networks, smuggling info—spies in corsets! Badass. *wheeze* I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Dangerous? Sure. But weak? Nah, fuck that. They’re out there, grinding, while we sit comfy. “We’re all gonna die someday.” *Zero Dark* nailed that—whores live it. Thoughts?

Prostitution in the Netherlands

The burgher and the whore 'Het Amsterdams hoerdom' can be read as the history of the Golden Age from below. It is a story of dark lanes and meagre earnings – an occasionally disabusing .

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny flat on de Hoogeveenseweg, right? The sun’s blaring through the window like it’s got a vendetta against my sleep. I’m like, “Ugh, not today!” But ya know, life doesn’t care about my beauty sleep.

Philip van der Wees appointed Professor of Allied Health Sciences