Emily Weesp Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

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After that, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the Weesp Museum. It’s small but packed with history. I’m reading about the old fortifications and thinking, “Man, these walls have seen some stuff.” But then, I get distracted by this weird painting of a cat. Like, why is there a cat in a museum? I’m cracking up, and the curator gives me this look like I’m the weirdo.

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