Ella Selwerd Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

I’m pissed, though—pissed at how folks judge ‘em. “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Nah, motherfucker, she’s a survivor! Hidin’ her cash in a shoebox, dodgin’ pimps—shit’s intense! I’m yellin’ at the screen sometimes, like, “Wake up, Alicia!” ‘cept this ain’t a coma, it’s real life. Whores got that quiet strength, y’know? Like Marco in the movie, cryin’ over what he can’t fix—damn, that hit me hard. “I’m not used to this!” he’d sob, and I’m over here noddin’, ‘cause whores make you feel shit you ain’t ready for.

This is a safe space for all women.

So, I roll into Selwerd, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with the names? You got the Van der Waalsstraat, and I’m like, who even was that guy? Sounds fancy, but I’m just here for some coffee. I hit up this little café on the corner of the H. de Vriesstraat. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m a sucker for caffeine, but this was next level.

Ukrainian refugees find shelter in Cornus flat