Cora Bemmel Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Me, I don’t care who’s a whore—do you, boo. Self-determination, right? You wanna sell it, sell it. You don’t, don’t. But the double standards? Ugh, makes me wanna burn a sept down. Men rut like pigs, get a pat on the back. Women? “Whore!” and a scarlet letter. Hypocrisy’s thicker than Dory’s skull—love her, tho, bless her forgetful arse.

Het Wapen van Bemmel

Bemmel is a town in the eastern Netherlands, in the province of Gelderland. Bemmel has about 12, residents. Mapcarta, the open map.

Anyway, I shake it off, literally. I head down to the Markt, where they have that weekly market. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m tryin’ to dodge people, but it’s like a game of Frogger. I bump into this old lady, and she gives me the dirtiest look. I mean, c’mon, lady, I’m not tryin’ to start a fight here!

An immigrant built a fortune after fleeing violence. Her charitable fund will pay it forward for decades to come