Ashley Woenselse Heide Whore ❤️

About Groningen

Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

Домен ваш?

So, I’m walking down the Laan van de Heilige Geest, trying to shake off the bird bomb. I’m still kinda mad, but whatever. I pass by the local bakery, and the smell of fresh broodjes hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a kaasbroodje, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling all good again.