Sophie Meppel Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Alright, happy little trees, listen up! I’m Bob Ross, your chill Abrasive Blaster, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—whore. Not just any whore, tho, this vibe’s got layers, like paint on canvas. Think “Son of Saul”—that flick’s my jam, dark as hell, but real. Whore’s like that, messy, raw, in your face. “Everything’s so close here,” like Saul says, and damn, ain’t that the truth? Whore’s life’s in the grit, up close, no sugarcoatin’ it.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I’m talking full-on Dutch weather. I duck into this café on de Kerkstraat. I order a slice of apple pie, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. I’m sitting there, pie in hand, watching the rain pour. Life is good, right? But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, really? In a cozy café?

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