Zoe Amsterdam Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Lemme paint it—check this. Back in ’09, worked a case, some politician’s aide. Dude was a whore, straight up. Not with hookers—worse. Sold out his boss for a promotion. Little known fact? Guy kept a diary—yep, handwritten, bruh! All his dirty deals, spelled out. Found it in his trash—dumbass didn’t shred it. Made me mad as hell—cowardice, man! Whorin’ yourself for a corner office? Pathetic. “The world turns, and we turn with it,” like Platt said in the movie. This fool turned too fast—dizzy idiot.

Alcohol, drugs and sex

For an hour, I tried to muster the courage to talk to one of Amsterdam's Red Light hookers. A place where prostitution was legal.

First off, I hit up a café on Haarlemmerstraat. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered a cappuccino, and it was like a hug in a mug. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the barista just laughs. I mean, come on! I’m trying to be all cool and artsy, and I end up looking like a toddler with a juice box.

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