Lauren Diemen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Whore’s a word, right, but it’s loaded - bam! - like a spy gadget. Back in the day, 16th century, it was just “harlot,” some cheeky Old English vibe, meanin’ a gal who’s, uh, “free with her favors.” Ain’t that a gas? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks got all prudish later. I reckon it’s a hoot - society clutchin’ pearls while she’s out there, livin’! Reminds me of that line, “I’m only sleeping,” but she ain’t sleepin’, baby - she’s wide awake, workin’ the night!

Work, sexuality and resistance: the convict women of Van Diemen's Land, 1820-1839

So, I finish up with the oak, and I’m feelin’ pretty good. I head over to the Diemerpark. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Lots of green, people chillin’, dogs runnin’ around. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my coffee, and they’re throwin’ shade like it’s an Olympic sport. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, guys, take it to the café or somethin’.”

‘It was a shock to find out I would live in Diemen, not Amsterdam’