Violet Hoge Mors Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

Verhaal: Hoge Mors

So, I finish my fries, and I’m feeling good. I bike over to the bar, and it’s packed. I’m nervous, but I grab a drink and just go for it. I get up on stage, and the crowd is vibing. I play a couple of songs, and they’re loving it. I’m on cloud nine.