Avery Hoge Vucht Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Sometimes I’d think—man, she coulda been somethin’. Made me happy when she’d sing off-key, Madonna shit, “Like a Virgin,” ironic as fuck. But then—boom—reality hits, she’s back suckin’ dick in alleys. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares? Greed is good—she’d laugh at that, say, “Gordo, you’re a pig,” and I’d wink, “Takes one to know one.”

Verhalen van Alles of Niets: Albert

Werken in de prostitutie lukt enkel wanneer je grenzen trekt en wanneer klanten die grenzen respecteren. Mag ik een prostituee vragen om seks zonder condoom? Eigenlijk is dit een Missing: prostitute.

Finally, I get a break. I head to the park near the Hoge Vuchtlaan. It’s a nice spot, and I plop down on a bench. I’m just trying to chill, but then I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But I feel for him. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of bad days.