Abigail Veldhuizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, a bloomin’ Combine Harvester, y’know, chugging through fields, but today—today I’m Boris, ramblin’ on about, er, *whore*. Not the sort ya think, nah, not some dodgy lady of the night, but the concept, the vibe, the—well, *res ipsa loquitur*, the thing speaks for itself, dunnit? Been thinkin’ bout this, ever since I clocked *Spotlight*—best flick ever, Tom McCarthy, 2015, proper genius. “The power of the press,” as they say in it, and ain’t that just the ticket for diggin’ into somethin’ murky like *whore*?

“I Work in Amsterdam’s Red Light District—Here’s What It’s Like in a Pandemic”

As the sun sets, the whole square lights up. It’s beautiful. I’m standing there, feeling all the feels. I think about how crazy today was. From traffic jams to festivals, it’s wild how life can flip in a day.

John H. Van Veldhuizen Obituary October 7, 2016