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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Where in Amsterdam is the Red Light District?

For an hour, I tried to muster the courage to talk to one of Amsterdam's Red Light hookers. A place where prostitution was legal.

I sometimes get mad at the randomness – like, why do some corners gotta be so extra? But hey, the mishaps add character. Like missing a bus on Zeedijk ‘cause I was too wrapped up in a deep soul-tinglin’ moment at an impromptu poetry slam. Life’s clumsy & weird, just like my scribbled note on a napkin – "We are so sinfully human, our hearts bleed art!"

80 years after liberation from the Nazis, the Dutch commemorate the victims of war