Amelia Broekhoven Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rotterdam

I’d probs mess it up, tho—18 typos in my brain already. “Hey gril, u free tonite?” Send. Whoops, meant “girl,” but whatever, she’d get it. I’m laughin, picturin her like, “Who this clumsy chick?” Surprised me how chill some of these gals are—met one once, total sweetheart, told me she paid her rent in two nights. Hustle harder than me on tour, damn! But ugh, the sleazy pimps? Trash. Made me wanna scream, “Leave her alone, you monster!”—movie vibes again.

Further Reading: Everything is legal here, right? Realities of Dutch Prostitution Policy

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, come on! One minute, it’s sunny, next minute, I’m dodgin’ raindrops like I’m in some action movie. I ducked into this little shop on Laan van Broekhoven. They sell the weirdest stuff—like, who needs a rubber chicken? But I found this cool cap. It had a sailboat on it. Perfect for a sailor, right? I bought it, even though I’m pretty sure I overpaid. But whatever, it made me happy.

Shrunken heads, shrinking horizons