Vanessa Wijk Bij Duurstede Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

Am I allowed to work as a prostitute in the Netherlands?

Then I decide to stroll down the Kromme Rijn. Beautiful river, right? But guess what? I see this dude trying to fish. He’s got a line in the water, and I’m thinking, “What’s he catchin’?” Turns out, he’s just snagged a boot. A freakin’ boot! I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who needs fish when you can have footwear?

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