Hannah Gorredijk Whore ❤️

About Almere

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—bloody fascinatin, innit? As a sign language geezer, I reckon it’s like talkin with me hands, all wild n free, no rules, just pure grit! Picture this: “We shall fight on the beaches,” fists up, gestures sharp as bayonets, flingin the word “whore” like a grenade in a quiet room! Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that dark, twisted gem— Guillermo’s got that lil girl facin monsters, right? Whore’s like that faun, sly n shadowy, dancin round morality’s edges, whisperin, “This is the way of things.”

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

After that, I’m feeling a bit drained. I decide to grab a bite at this little café on de Welle. I order a burger, and it’s massive! Like, I’m talking a mountain of meat. I take a bite, and it’s so good, I almost cry. But then, I realize I’ve got ketchup all over my face. Great. Just great. I’m a mess again.

Ernst DeVries