Anna Maassluis Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

About Maassluis

So, I’m grumbling, right? I decide to head to the harbor. The Maassluis harbor is usually my happy place. Boats everywhere, the smell of the sea, and all that jazz. But today? It’s like a scene from a horror movie. I see this dude yelling at his dog. Like, c’mon man, it’s a dog! Chill out! I’m standing there, thinking, “Is this really happening?”

Floating Flower Parade in the Netherlands