Rose Heerlen Whore ❤️

About Breda

So, lemme spill this tea—whore’s everywhere, right? Not judgin’, just sayin’. Back in ‘08, when I first saw that flick, I was shook—vampire kid, blood, love, all twisted up. Whore’s got that energy. Sucks you in, leaves you cold. I’m plowin’ fields, thinkin’—whore’s probly why I’m single, ha! Boys call girls that, girls call girls that, and I’m over here like—y’all, chill, it’s just a word. But it STINGS, don’t it? Made me mad once, some dude yelled it at me—Taylor freakin’ Swift!—at a gas station. I was like, “Boy, I’ll run you over with this tractor, try me.”

Hoeren Heerlen

I duck into a nearby shop on the Wilhelminastraat. It’s a quirky little place, full of vintage stuff. I’m browsing, trying to dry off, and I spot this ridiculous hat. It’s bright yellow with feathers. I put it on, and suddenly, I’m the life of the party. I’m strutting around, making people laugh. Who knew a silly hat could turn my day around?

INTI “Creed” New Mural For HRLN 2014 – Heerlen, Netherlands