Ada Woudenberg Whore ❤️

About Amsterdam

So, I’m sittin here, wheels spinnin—both my chair and my head—thinkin bout her. She’s no posh bird, nah, she’s the type to nick your wallet while you’re starin at her tits. Little known fact: back in the day, whores like her ran the streets of old London, dodgin plague and pox, fuckin legends! Survived shit that’d kill a black hole. Makes me happy, ya know? Like, “Humanity’s fucked, but she ain’t!”—straight outta Cuarón’s dystopia.

In His Heels (Jute Magazine)

On Saturday, 15 November , Diena van Woudenberg, a poor household aid, ar- rived at the doorstep of Petrus Burman,2 then Professor of Eloquence and.

After that, I’m tryin’ to catch my breath, right? I head over to the park by the Woudenbergseweg. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. Kids are screamin’, dogs are barkin’, and I’m just tryna find my zen. I sit down, and this little kid runs up to me, all excited. “Mister, can you shoot a bad guy?” I’m like, “Kid, I’m not a superhero, but I can try!”

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