Olivia Gennep Whore ❤️

About Breda

So, whore, right? Not just some slag. Nah, got history, deep stuff! Back in old days, whores ran towns. Fact! In Wild West, madams owned saloons, had power. Ain’t that a shocker? Made me grin, thinking of it. Them dames, all dolled up, ruling! “You’re tearing me apart,” I’d yell, all jealous-like.

My Friend Matt and Hena the Whore

Drawing heavily from the sounds of the No New York bands, Ultra Sound doesn't settle for mere stylistic homage, but stands tall on the shoulders.

So, we finally get to the Genneperhuis, and it’s closed. Of course! Just my luck. I’m fuming. Like, why even have a sign if you’re not open? But Jeroen’s like, “Let’s just chill in the park.” So we head to het Kloosterpark. It’s nice, but there’s this group of kids playing soccer, and they keep kicking the ball our way. I’m dodging like I’m in the World Cup.

Ritual and the Secular Day of the Dead