Evelyn Dapperbuurt Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

10 x doodgewoon lekker in de Dapperbuurt

But then, out of nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s freaking out, and I’m just standing there like, “Is this for real?” Turns out it was a false alarm, but man, my heart was racing.

Business as usual in Amsterdam neighborhood after explosion at coffeeshop