Emma Beuningen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

Ulysses at the Entrance of Hades, the Underworld (Odyssey, Book XI)

Op deze site staan foto's van oud Beuningen en haar inwoners.

Then, I thought, “Let’s hit up the local market.” The Beuningen market is lit! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m wandering around, and I spot this vendor selling the most amazing cheese. I’m a sucker for cheese, so I’m like, “Gimme some of that!” But the guy starts talking in this thick Dutch accent, and I’m just nodding along, pretending I understand. I think he was telling me about the cheese’s history or something. I just wanted to eat it, man!

Drive-thru art exhibition for electric cars at Ahoy Rotterdam by Boijmans Van Beuningen museum