Chloe Dokkum Whore ❤️❤️

About The Hague

But then—fuck!—some pimp tried rippin’ her off, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her bruised. Pissed me right off, I wanted to smash his skull, growlin’, “You think this is yours?!” like I’m stormin’ Gotham. Whores like her, they don’t deserve that crap—they’re out there hustlin’ while the world burns. Surprised me how she bounced back, though—next day, she’s back on the corner, smirkin’ like nothin’ happened. Tough as nails, man.

prostitueren Camminghaburen

So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peekin’ over the rooftops. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Dijk. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all fancy, when I hear this loud honkin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of tourists on bikes, takin’ over the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Amsterdam!”

Glints of eternity in a dragonfly's wings