Amelia Elst Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

Definition of 'whore'

For now I sling it about to any open markets and agents like some sort of literary whore. Hopefully I'll find someone keen soon, or my previous publisher.

First off, I hit up the local bakery on De Langenberg. You know, the one with the best broodjes? I’m standing there, drooling over the display, when this old dude cuts in front of me. Like, bro, really? I’m about to lose it. But I just smile and wait. Patience, right? Finally, I grab my kaasbroodje and a coffee. Life’s good again.

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