Esme Selwerd Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m thinkin’, man, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a transaction—it’s a damn adventure! Like when Chihiro says, “I’m not afraid of anything!”—bullshit, I’d be shakin’, heart poundin’, wonderin’ if I’m gonna get robbed or somethin’. Did ya know, back in old Japan, courtesans were like rockstars? High-class ones, called oiran, had mad skills—dancin’, poetry, the works. Not yer average streetwalker, nah, these chicks were cultured as hell. Blows my mind, thinkin’ how far that game’s fallen—now it’s all quick cash, no class.

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So, I roll into Selwerd, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with the names? You got the Van der Waalsstraat, and I’m like, who even was that guy? Sounds fancy, but I’m just here for some coffee. I hit up this little café on the corner of the H. de Vriesstraat. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m a sucker for caffeine, but this was next level.

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