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About Utrecht

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

First off, I hit the streets of the city, ya know, the usual hustle. I’m cruisin’ down the Keizersgracht, feelin’ all good, when BAM! A seagull swoops down like it’s on a mission. I swear, it almost took my sandwich! Like, dude, chill! It’s not your breakfast buffet!

What Queen Maxima’s daughter had to say about her first solo engagement