Eliza Hoogvliet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, this one time, right, I met this lass—proper whore, swear down. She’s all “ooh, fancy a quickie, guv?” and I’m like, mate, I’m not that bloke! Made me laugh tho, her cheek! Little known fact—back in Victorian times, whores had these secret codes, yeah? Like winks and dodgy handshakes—mental innit? Imagine her in a top hat, “Ello gov’nor, fancy a shag?”—cracks me up!

Chileense prostituee 14 jaar cel in voor 'weerzinwekkende' dood, demonstratie bij rechtbank

So, I’m strolling down the Korte Hoogstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s crying, like full-on sobbing. I’m like, “Yo, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat. But then he shows me a pic, and man, that cat was adorable! I felt for him, ya know? So, I helped him put up some flyers. We hit up the local shops on the Hoofdweg. I even got a free coffee from the barista at ‘t Koffiehuis. Sweet deal, right?

Art Discussion Group meeting artist Annemarie Hoogvliet-Weijers