Lina Ijsselstein Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

*deep breath* I am your father. Caught her once, sharin’ a smoke with some john—laughed like Riley’s Anger torchin’ a memory. “Get it together!” I wanted to yell, but nah, she’s got her own rules. Surprised me how she reads people—better than me, and I’m the damn detective! She’ll wink, say somethin’ sleazy, then pocket your soul. Once saw her slip a cop a fake name—Bambi, ha! Guy bought it, dumbass.

Introduction

So, I take a deep breath, grab my coffee, and head to the park by the IJsselstein windmill. It’s beautiful there, man. I sit on a bench, sipping my drink, and just chill for a sec. I watch people walk by, families, couples, and I’m like, “This is what it’s all about.”

Tram soon to ride all the way to Nieuwegein