Harper Zuidwijk Whore ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Aight, listen up, you little shits! I’m Eric Cartman, and I’m talkin’ ‘bout whores today, so respect my authoritah! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, struttin’ around like they own the damn place. Makes me so mad I could kick a baby! But ya know what? I kinda dig it too, ‘cause I’m a twisted lil’ bastard. My fave movie, *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, got me thinkin’—whores ain’t just some skanks on the corner, nah, they got layers, like that chick Adèle, all wild and free and shit.

“I Work in Amsterdam’s Red Light District—Here’s What It’s Like in a Pandemic”

So, I decide to take a stroll down the Zuidwijklaan. It’s a nice street, lots of trees, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. And I mean, he’s struggling HARD. Like, come on, man! It’s not rocket science! After what feels like an eternity, he finally gets it, but he’s so proud of himself. I can’t help but chuckle.

Figure 2.3. The clock with trolleys carrying the flowers to be auctioned.