Chloe Veldhuizen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Quick Overview

Apr 29,  · Anna, who is from Romania, came to the Netherlands 10 years ago to work as a sex worker, renting a window in Amsterdam’s Red Light District (she uses a pseudonym to .

Then, outta nowhere, my coworker, Lisa, bursts in. She’s all excited, talking about some festival happening at the Veldhuizen square. I’m like, “What? When?” Apparently, it’s today! I’m torn between work and fun. But, c’mon, it’s a festival!

Arnold Veldhuizen