Hazel Vught Prostitute ❤️

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Once knew this one, called her Ruby—lips redder than a hobbit’s arse after brandy! Worked docks, 1800s, London—hist’ry books don’t tell ya that. Made more coin than them fancy lords, yesss! Had a pet rat, named it King, ha! Fed it better than herself—quirky lass, made me chuckle. “Let’s not talk,” she’d hiss, like in me movie, all mysterious. Got me thinkin’—they’re artists, ain’t they? Paintin’ life with grit, not brushes.

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Bij een controle op illegale prostitutie in Hotel Vught trof de politie vrijdagavond 11 augustus in een tweetal kamers een vrouw met een klant aan. De omstandigheden waaronder zij werden .

So, I’m strolling down the Kerkstraat, right? Just minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café called De Zwarte Ruiter. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna grab a coffee there? I walk in, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I see the line. Ugh. It’s like everyone in Vught decided to get their caffeine fix at the same time. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! I got places to be!”

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