Natalie Zutphen Whore ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, whore’s got history. Back in the day, old English “hore”—meant dirty, but also desire. Ain’t that a trip? Like, society tryna box it in, but it’s too big, too bold. Makes me mad as hell—why they gotta judge? Whore’s out here breakin rules, makin jaws drop. I’m like, yaaas, get it, queen! It’s givin main character vibes.

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This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

Anyway, I kept walking, trying to shake off the weirdness. I hit the market at the Groenmarkt. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I spotted this amazing cheese stall. You know me, I can’t resist cheese. I bought some aged Gouda, and let me tell you, it was heavenly. But then, I dropped it. Yup, right on the cobblestones. I was like, “Nooooo!” The cheese gods were not on my side today.

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