Hazel Opheusden Whore ❤️

About Groningen

Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

Queens, Whores, and Maidens: Women in Chaucer’s England

But then, I find something weird. A box, hidden behind some crates. I open it, and it’s full of old photos. Like, really old. I’m flipping through them, and I see a pic of Opheusden from way back. The streets look so different! I get lost in thought, imagining what life was like then.

Small Dutch village eagerly awaits mega-church