Rose Dongen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

Population centres

The Witch of Dongen An old peasant woman, Pietje Verhoef, became a beloved model for the artists. They often portray her: bent over her handiwork, at the spinning wheel, carrying a .

Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this huge hat and a parrot on her shoulder. I’m not even kidding! The parrot starts squawking, and the whole place goes silent. Jeroen and I are dying laughing. I mean, only in Dongen, right?

Obituary: Christine Van Dongen