Mia Lent Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Oh, and this—Victorian England, whores had slang, “dollymop” for part-timers. Cute, huh? Makes ya think they’re bakin’ pies, not bangin’ sailors. Total mindfuck. I’m ramblin’, but that’s whore for ya—messy, loud, in yer face. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. Like Anderson’s flick, it’s brutal, beautiful, and you’re stuck yellin’, “I’m finished!”—but ya ain’t, ‘cause whore keeps pullin’ ya back. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy, take it or leave it!

Recover the American kitchen.

Then I head over to the Markt. Man, the vibe there is always lit. People everywhere, food stalls, and the smell? Ugh, to die for. I grab a frikandel speciaal. You know, the one with the sauce and onions? Heaven in a bun, I swear. But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the ground. I’m like, nooooo! My heart shattered.

Lent at an Augustinian Institution