Emilia Opmeer Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—whores got guts. Takes balls to strut around, ownin’ it, while society’s all “meh, you’re trash.” Kinda like Max, ya know? Silent, tough, don’t give a shit. “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me, sarcastic as fuck, watchin’ some prude clutch pearls over a whore just livin’. Pisses me off, tho—why’s everyone so damn judgy? Let ‘em breathe, ya tools!

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Then, I get a call from a client. They want a custom fur coat. I’m like, “Sure, I can do that.” But then they drop the bomb: they want it in neon pink. Neon pink?! Who even wears that? I’m thinking, “This is Opmeer, not Amsterdam!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I can handle it.

Opmeer cuts Verschoor’s impressive run