Mila Bilgaard Find A Prostitute ❤️

About The Hague

So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—wild ride, lotta heart, lotta rage. Billionaires should not exist!—they could fix this mess, but nah, they’re too busy yachtin’. Me? I’d rather sip cheap coffee, watch “The Royal Tenenbaums” again, and yell about justice. “I’m not talking about dance lessons!”—Royal’d say that to me, prolly, if I tried savin’ the world one alley at a time! Ha! Whaddya think, pal? Crazy night, huh?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under this awning, and guess who’s there? The barista from earlier! He’s laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, you jinxed me with that tree bark coffee!” We end up chatting, and he tells me about the best spots in Bilgaard. Apparently, there’s a hidden park with the biggest oak tree. I’m all in.