Brianna Axel Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute thing—straight up wild, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ like Dr. Phil with that Southern twang, “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” ‘Cause, man, these gals out there hustlin’, it’s a whole mess of crazy! Makes me madder’n a wet hen some days, seein’ ‘em stuck in that life. But then, I get all soft-hearted, like when Remy the rat in *Ratatouille*—yep, my fave flick—says, “Anyone can cook!” Swap “cook” for “change,” and I’m like, damn, these girls could flip their story too, right?

Senseless Pages

At a ghetto bar, Axel meets a prostitute, and they go to an upstairs room of a hotel. Threatened by her pimp after refusing to pay her when she refuses to take off all her clothes, Axel eggs the .

But then, BAM! I see this guy on a bike, and he’s zoomin’ past. He swerves to avoid a pigeon and crashes into a stall. Cheese everywhere! I’m talkin’ a full-on dairy disaster. I can’t help but laugh. The guy’s okay, but the cheese? RIP, my dude.

Axel van Trotsenburg