Ruby Zaanstad Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

North Holland Red Light District

Finally, I make it back to my workshop, drenched but happy. I dive back into my project, fueled by the day’s chaos. I finish the table, and it’s a beauty! I step back, admiring my work. It’s got that Zaanstad flair, a mix of tradition and my own twist.

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