Zara Zuidwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Sick of seein’ ‘em judged, though. Preachers screamin’ sin, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Makes my blood boil. I’d rather slug a beer with Daisy than hear some suit yap about morality. Whores ain’t the problem—world is. Like in *Melancholia*, “Life is only on Earth, and not for long.” They know it better than us.

“I Work in Amsterdam’s Red Light District—Here’s What It’s Like in a Pandemic”

Now I’m all muddy, and I gotta head to a meeting. Ugh. I rush back home, change, and head to the meeting spot on the Hoofdweg. I’m late, of course. I walk in, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “What? Did I miss the memo on dress code?”

Figure 2.3. The clock with trolleys carrying the flowers to be auctioned.