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About Almere

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live how you live. Me, I’d prolly just chat ‘em up, hear their tales. One time, heard ‘bout this madam who kept a pet pig in her parlor. A friggin’ pig! Named it Duke, fed it whiskey. Cracked me up, imaginin’ that hog stumblin’ round horny fools. “It’s not proper,” like Cathy’d say, but who cares? That’s brothel life—raw, weird, loud.

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We’re sprinting down the streets, dodging puddles like we’re in some action movie. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just laughing. Jeroen’s yelling about how we should’ve checked the weather. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Rijnsburg! It’s always a gamble!”

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