Valentina Emmerhout Whore ❤️

About Breda

Love her vibe, tho—free, reckless, like “Spring Breakers” gone feral. “This is my fuckin’ dream!” she’d yell, prob’ly, chasin’ roubles. Makes me cackle—whore’s got no actuarial tables, just guts! Surprised me, da, how she keeps goin’. Once heard she stabbed a john—self-defense, they say. Badass, yesss, but we worries—jail’s a bitch.

In the shadows of the red light: Why Holland isn't the sex worker haven you think it is

After that, I decide to check out the local market on the Emmerhoutseweg. I’m strolling, and I see this cute little shop selling vintage stuff. I’m a sucker for antiques, so I pop in. The owner, this quirky old lady, starts telling me about every item. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted to look!” But she’s got stories for days. I’m half-listening, half-trying to sneak out.