Madison Arnhem Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Amsterdam

So, find a prostitute—where do I even start? I ain’t got Tinder on this rig, y’know? Maybe I’d cruise downtown, headlights blazin’, lookin’ for some action. “Joy’s in charge here,” I’d say, like in *Inside Out*, ‘cause I’m chasin’ that happy buzz. But then—bam—here comes Sadness, creepin’ in. What if she’s got a sob story? Like, her pimp’s a dick, or she’s savin’ for somethin’ big? I’d be all, “Aww, crap, now I’m sad!” Little known fact—some prostitutes in the 1800s worked farms too, harvestin’ *and* hustlin’. Wild, right?

Overlast en reuring

We’re chatting, laughing, and then outta nowhere, this street performer starts doing tricks. He’s juggling fire! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m just standing there, half impressed, half terrified.

Interview: Nancy van de Ven on her WMX return at Arnhem