Evelyn Ridderkerk Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So, I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, right? Just me and my coffee, feeling all artsy and stuff. I’m thinking about this new project, some mural for the community center. But then, bam! I spill my coffee all over my sketchbook. Like, really? My day just started!

Two arrested in Netherlands for importing sanctioned Russian timber