Chloe Bunde Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—*mumbles, trips over imaginary chair*—findin’ a prossie, yeah? It’s a right mess! Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs wiv ya,” but ain’t no one laughin’ when you’re dodgin’ coppers, ha! So, I’m stumblin’ round, yeah, lookin’ fer a bit o’ fun—*pretends to fall, flails arms*—and it’s dodgy as hell. Prostitutes, right, they’ve been about forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called ‘em *lupae*, wolf-girls, cos they howled fer clients! Wild, innit?

So you want to book a sex worker?

First off, I hit the streets of Bunde. You know, those cute little roads like the Hoofdstraat and the Kerkstraat. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I spill my coffee all over my new kicks. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why do they even have cobblestones? Who thought that was a good idea?

Syrup day at Oxbow Park hits sweet spot between education, fun