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About Amsterdam

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

In His Heels (Jute Magazine)

It's basically calling them a bitch or whore but in a way that doesn't flag the content moderators. It basically means any woman who would not feel competition.

I get there, and it’s just some guy with a weird hat. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re not a criminal, you’re just fashionably confused.” The crowd starts to disperse, and I’m left standing there, shaking my head.

Orlando Pirates appoint Sjoerd Woudenberg as goalkeeping coach