Natalie Hoogland Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Lemme tell ya somethin’—I watched *Her*, that movie where Joaquin falls for his dang phone, and it got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re kinda like that sweet Scarlett Johansson voice—givin’ folks what they need when the world’s too cold to care. “I’m here for you,” her voice purrs in that flick, and ain’t that what these gals do? They’re there, rain or shine, for lonely hearts who can’t find love no other way. Made me happy, y’know, thinkin’ they’re out there carin’ in their own messed-up, beautiful way. But it ticks me off too—why’s society gotta stomp on ‘em like they’re dirt? Hypocrites, I tell ya! Actin’ all holy on Sunday, then sneakin’ ‘round back alleys by Monday.

Prostitution and sex work

Prostitutes in shop windows, drive-through brothels, and cannabis in coffeehouses--such are the wonders that attract mobs of yobs to the Netherlands.

Finally, I make it to my shop, right? It’s cozy, smells like leather and glue. I’m ready to tackle some shoes. But then, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s got this wild idea about starting a shoe fashion line. I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Hoogland, not Paris!” But he’s all hyped, and I can’t help but get a bit excited too.

Albert Hoogland Obituary March 12, 2014