Emily Lombardijen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Prostitution in Rome

But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Ugh! I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a total mess. I mean, who spills coffee on themselves at 9 AM? Me, apparently. So I’m tryin’ to clean it up, and I hear this loud honking. It’s a bike, not a car. Like, come on, people! Watch where you’re goin’!

Lightning strike halts train traffic between Rotterdam Central Station and Breda