Claire Doornsteeg Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, check this—prostitute ain’t just some word, it’s old as dirt. Back in Rome, they had these “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon for coin. Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they was prowlin’ like coyotes. I get all riled up knowin’ they was taxed too—Caesar takin’ a cut, greedy bastard! Surprised me, man, history’s nuts.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”