Anna Opheusden Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Etymology and terminology

Compound of op (“higher, upriver”) and the prehistoric toponym Heusden.

He’s like, “We need you to check out something on de Laan.” Great, just great. I’m thinking, what now? I’m not even dressed yet! But hey, duty calls, right? So I throw on my jacket and head out.

New technique developed for strengthening dykes