Katherine Doesburg Prostitute ❤️

About Rotterdam

Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

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Als je moet dan moet je, en daarom klopte deze vrouw uit Wijk bij Duurstede aan bij De Waag Stadsbierhuys in Doesburg. Ze had nogal hoge nood en vroeg of ze daar even naar het toilet .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! I just got my stroopwafel! I duck into a shop on de Kloosterstraat, and it’s this quirky little place selling all sorts of random stuff. I find a rubber duck dressed as a pirate. I buy it. Why? I dunno, it just felt right.

Theo van Doesburg