Natalie Hoge Vucht Prostitute ❤️

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So, prostitutes—check this. They out there, grindin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ cash in the shadows. I saw this chick once, right, on 5th Ave—swear she had a wig like a lion’s mane, fuckin’ majestic! She’s yellin’ at some dude, “You owe me, motherfucker!” I’m like, damn, she’s a boss! Reminds me of Margaret screamin’, “You don’t know me!”—same energy, bro. These girls got stories, man, wild ones. Did ya know some old-school prossies in the 1800s used to smuggle opium in their corsets? Fuckin’ gangsta! Little known fact—boom, mind blown!

Zo kijkt een prostituee naar een klant

After the meeting, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down the Korte Vughtseweg, trying to clear my head. The vibe is nice, people are out and about, and I spot this cute little café. I’m like, “Yes! A pastry will fix everything.” I grab a stroopwafel, and it’s heavenly. Sweet, gooey goodness. I’m in heaven for a hot minute.