Anna Monster Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Tilburg

Mate, it’s a laugh, innit—this whole caper’s got me knackered but buzzin. We settle on 40 quid—bargain!—and off we trot, her swayin like she owns the sodding street. “We shall fight the good fight!” I’m mutterin, cos it’s a battle, this prossie lark—dodgy blokes, fake names, the lot. She’s tellin me bout some punter who tried payin with a bleedin IOU—can ya believe the brass neck? Cracked me up, that did.

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So, I’m rushing outta my apartment on de Monsterlaan, trying to make it to the office. The streets are buzzing, as usual. I mean, it’s Monster, not exactly a sleepy town. I pass by the old church on de Kerkstraat. It’s beautiful, but I’m too frazzled to appreciate it.

The ‘monster conclave’