Violet Haarlem Whore ❤️

About Breda

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

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In the early s, New York City thrived with prostitution. Amidst the artistic spectrum of the Harlem Renaissance, the occupation of prostitution created an underlying tension for African .

I rush over to the Spaarne river. The vibe is electric! Music’s blasting, people are dancing. I’m like, “Why did I almost miss this?” I grab a beer, and the first band starts playing. It’s a local group, and they’re killing it! I’m swaying, feeling the rhythm.

Nelson Playing with DSS Haarlem in the Netherlands