Emily Woenselse Heide Whore ❤️

About Utrecht

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Wijkcentrum Heidehonk

So, I keep walking, and I hit up the local café on De Kuilen again. I order a coffee, and the barista, this cool chick named Lisa, starts chatting me up. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Woenselse-Heide is the best place ever.