Brooklyn Zuidwijk Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

Liber Amicorum in Memoriam Jo van Nunen

First off, I’m cruising down the Korte Dijkstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café, you know, the one with the weird name? Yeah, that one. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, who knew Zuidwijk was the new hotspot? I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders a freakin’ five-layer caramel macchiato. Like, bro, it’s just coffee!

Figure I. The Dutch Flower Network