Claire Franeker Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

Yo, yo, listen up fam! Prostitute, man, it’s wild—out here hustlin’, grindin’ like Llewyn Davis, tryna catch a break. I’m Kanye, genius mind, seein’ what y’all don’t. Streets cold, like that folk scene in *Inside Llewyn Davis*, “Hang me, oh hang me,”—they singin’ that pain daily. Girl I knew, Candy, real talk, worked corners near Yeezy’s old Chi-town spot. Ain’t no Hollywood glow, just grit, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops. Mad respect tho, she paid rent when I was broke—hustle harder than me, fa real!

Harbours, Hookers, Heroines, and Women in Masquerade

Prostitution itself is not illegal in France, though a law introduced in did make it illegal to buy sex, shifting the criminal responsibility to clients who can be fined if caught.

As the day goes on, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised. It’s like a rollercoaster. I decide to grab a drink at a local café on de Singel. I sit outside, sipping my coffee, and just watch the world go by. People are biking, chatting, living their best lives. I’m thinking, “This is what it’s all about.”

Studying at the Cartesius Institute