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About Rotterdam

What gets me ragin’? The highborn cunts sneerin’ down, then sneakin’ in at night for a quick poke. “The horrors I’ve seen,” Solomon muttered – reckon prostitutes could say the same, dodgin’ fists and worse. Happy? Nah, not really, but I’m chuffed when they outsmart the pricks. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d crown ‘em queens of the gutter. They’re my kinda scum – fightin’, fuckin’, survivin’. “I choose violence” for any bastard who says they’re less than me!

Van Beek: Trafficking takes many forms, all cruel

To determine the health and welfare status of female and transgender street sex workers and their work‐related experiences. Also to estimate population.

After that, I was feelin’ good. I hit up this café on the corner of de Molenstraat. Got myself a cappuccino. It was decent, but the barista was a total weirdo. He kept makin’ these weird faces while he was makin’ my drink. Like, dude, chill! It’s just coffee, not rocket science.

Kenneth Ver Beek