Fatima Neede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Oh, and get this—some punters leave gifts, not just cash. One bird got a bleedin teapot once— a teapot! What’s she gonna do, brew up mid-shift? Cracked me up, that did. Sarcasm aside, I reckon they’re crafty—gotta be, right? Hustlin ain’t for the faint. “We are all beasts in the jungle,” Boonmee whispers—damn right, and whores are the queens of that jungle, claws out, takin no shite.

Etymology and terminology

In Whore, Cynthia describes how a childhood among Catholic nuns, with an unforgiving father and a mother she despises, led her to become a prostitute working in.

The main stretch is Dorpsstraat. Wow, so many people chatting, kids running wild, and old timers sittin' out front of their creaky houses. I always pass by the little café on Dorpsstraat, where the owner greets me with a wink and says, "Talk to her... let the coffee speak" – kinda reminds me of that movie, Talk to Her. Crazy, right? I luv that movie, every damn time makes my heart thump, like, “We likes it, we loves it!”

When the financial crisis hit Germany