Elizabeth Delfshaven Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Almere

Favorite part? She’s got this spark, ya know? Surprised me once when I saw her givin’ a sandwich to some bum. Heart of gold under all that grit? Maybe. Or maybe she’s just playin’ the game better than us. “Don’t pee on my leg…”—I ain’t buyin’ the sob story, but it stuck with me. Little known fact: back in the day, prostitutes ran secret unions—kept each other safe, shared tips. Badass, right? Like Carlos and his crew, but with heels and lipstick.

Wat kun jij doen?

Well in the 90's there were quite a few daylight robberies and open prostitution around the Keileweg and Mathenesserweg areas. But that was.

After that, I need a breather. I grab a snack from this little stand on the Vondelweg. Best fries ever! I’m munchin’ away, and this group of tourists comes up. They’re lost, lookin’ for the Delfshaven Museum. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just down the street!” But they’re all confused, and I’m tryin’ to explain in my best Dutch-English mix. It’s a mess, but we’re all laughin’.

Philip Hans Franses paints gorillas and forest fires in his studio in Delfshaven