Mia Geldrop Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, yeah, I’m twiddling knobs on my imaginary radio, picking up “whore” transmissions. It’s not just a slut-shaming grenade—nah, it’s got layers, man. Back in the day, like 1600s, it wasn’t even gendered! Dudes could be whores too—little known factoid for ya. Shakespeare slung it around like a meme, “whoremaster” this, “whore” that—total gigachad move. Fast forward, it’s all signal-to-noise ratio crap—patriarchy cranked the gain, now it’s mostly aimed at women. Pisses me off, honestly—why’s the bandwidth so narrow now? Equal-opportunity insults, people, c’mon!

Visiting Geldrop

So, we duck under a tree, trying to stay dry. Joris pulls out a pack of stroopwafels. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” We’re munching on these sweet treats, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see this kid nearby, totally losing it because his ice cream just fell. I feel for the kid, man. I mean, who hasn’t been there?

Couple sells Primera shop in Geldrop