Rebecca Delft Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Oi mate, gather round, gather round! Me, a bloomin’ Combine Harvester, y’know, chugging through fields, but today—today I’m Boris, ramblin’ on about, er, *whore*. Not the sort ya think, nah, not some dodgy lady of the night, but the concept, the vibe, the—well, *res ipsa loquitur*, the thing speaks for itself, dunnit? Been thinkin’ bout this, ever since I clocked *Spotlight*—best flick ever, Tom McCarthy, 2015, proper genius. “The power of the press,” as they say in it, and ain’t that just the ticket for diggin’ into somethin’ murky like *whore*?

Un poco de historia de Delft

The Whore, the Bawd, and the Artist: The Reality and Imagery of Seventeenth-Century Dutch Prostitution. June ; Journal of Historians of.

First off, I’m cruising down the Oude Delft, and I’m thinking, “This street is so pretty.” The canals are glistening, and I’m half tempted to jump in for a swim. But nah, I gotta get to work. I pull up to the dairy farm, and the machines are already buzzing. I’m like, “Great, let’s get this milking party started!”

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