Chloe Bemmel Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

Alright, partner, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue—er, prostitute—case I’m diggin into. Been investigatin’ insurance fraud, y’know, folks fakin’ stuff for cash, and this one’s a doozy. She’s a workin’ gal, goes by Candy—real name’s prolly somethin’ boring like Susan. Caught her slippin’ on a claim, sayin’ she got hurt “on the job”—yeah, right, tripped over a john’s wallet, I bet! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, but fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there, like in *A History of Violence*. “You’re done playin’ this game,” I’d tell her, straight up Tom Stall style.

Introduction

As I’m leavin’ the pub, I notice the sun settin’ over the Waal river. It’s beautiful, man. Like, the sky’s all orange and pink. I take a moment to breathe it in. But then, I hear this loud crash. Some guy on a bike just wiped out! I rush over, and he’s fine, just a bit embarrassed. I help him up, and he thanks me. I’m like, “No worries, bro. Just another day in Bemmel!”

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