Ella Gemert Whore ❤️

About Nijmegen

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s got history, y’know? *The Nanny laugh—HAH-hah-hah!* Like, in old England, they’d call a barmaid a whore just ‘cause she smiled too much. Wild! Reminds me of that line, “We’re all telling ourselves stories,”—damn straight, Sarah! We slap “whore” on anything now—girl wears a short skirt? Whore! Guy sleeps around? Playa, not whore—ugh, double standards much? Makes me wanna scream, “Oy vey, get a grip!”

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This is a reflexive account of carrying out 'dirty research' on cis women's experiences of working as erotic dancers while at university in the UK.

After a few hours, we finally surface. I’m exhausted but happy. We head to this little café on De Molenstraat. Best fries ever! I’m munching away, and Joris is telling me about his latest “adventure.” Spoiler: it involves a cat and a tree. Classic Joris.

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