Valentina Warnsveld Whore ❤️

About Breda

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

Martinuskerk

After that, I’m feeling all kinds of inspired. I hit up the local market on the Markt. Fresh veggies, flowers, and this one stall with the best stroopwafels. I’m talking gooey goodness. I buy a couple, and I’m on cloud nine. But then, I see this kid drop his ice cream. My heart sinks. I’m like, “Noooo!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. Kids are resilient, man.

Village Formation in the Netherlands during the Middle Ages (AD 800 - 1600)