Grace Dongen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

Ambiguity. Walking the streets in public spaces

The Witch of Dongen An old peasant woman, Pietje Verhoef, became a beloved model for the artists. They often portray her: bent over her handiwork, at the spinning wheel, carrying a .

First off, I’m a Clinical Research Specialist, right? So, I’m used to the grind. But today? Pffft. I was running late. Like, really late. I sprinted down the Hoofdstraat, dodging cyclists like I was in some weird game of Frogger. I swear, those bike lanes are like a racetrack!

Obituary: Christine Van Dongen