Emilia Vught Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*. Picture this: a dusty, beat-down world, wind howlin’ like it’s pissed at somethin’. That’s where this whore lives, man. Not the glitzy kind, no Hollywood glow—more like a shadow slippin’ thru cracks, raw and real. “The day breaks heavy,” like Béla Tarr says, and she’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’—no fancy heels, just grit.

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It reads, “Priss Fotheringham lived here and was ranked the Second Best Whore In The City.” The date given for this accolade is In the.

Then, I decide to grab some lunch at this place called De Gouden Leeuw. I order a kroket, and it’s heavenly. But while I’m eating, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my food, but they’re ruining the vibe. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys! We’re in Vught, not a soap opera!”

Evacuation of Camp Vught commemorated, 80 years after fatal Mad Tuesday