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About Breda

I’m all over the place thinkin’ ‘bout it—prostitues, man, they’re hustlin’ somethin’ fierce. Ain’t glamorous, don’t let nobody fool ya. Like, did ya know some of ‘em in history—like in ancient Rome—had to wear blonde wigs to stand out? Wild, right? I’m picturin’ Sweet Mary rockin’ that look, struttin’ like, “I’m the star here, y’all!” Makes me chuckle, but then I’m pissed again—why’s it gotta be like that? “You can’t fix what you don’t face,” Dr. Phil’d say, and these gals, they’re facin’ hell daily.

Amateur Hoeren?

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is the sun shining through my window on de Kerkstraat. I’m like, “Sweet, it’s gonna be a good one.” But then I step outside, and bam! The wind hits me like a brick wall. I’m talkin’ full-on “where’d my hair go?” moment.

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