Mila Meerssen Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

“There’s a story here,” I mutter,

Zo kijkt een prostituee naar een klant

Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

But hey, I laugh it off. I get up, dust myself off, and keep going. I mean, you gotta roll with the punches, right? So, I’m back at it, and I spot this little café on the corner of Hoofdstraat. The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a freight train. I can’t resist. I grab a slice of apple pie that’s bigger than my face. No regrets, man.

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