Sophie Wijhe Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

“Whore” ain’t shy – tits out, tears flowin’, it’s in yer face like a bawdy jest. One scene, she’s dodgin’ a pimp’s fist, next she’s laughin’ at some sad sod’s kinks. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike’s “Her” whispers – and Whore’s past? A tapestry of tricks and trauma, woven sloppy. I cackled when she sassed a john, “Thou wert born a fool!” – pure Shakespeare, that. But damn, it stung too, seein’ her hollow eyes. Surprised me, how it gut-punched me quiet.

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As the night goes on, I forget all the stress. We’re joking around, and I even try to do a Dutch dance. Spoiler alert: I’m terrible at it. But who cares? We’re having a blast.

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