Sophie Prinsenbeek Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Ya gotta know spots—shady corners, weird alleys, maybe some sketchy website. I heard once, get this, in old times, they’d hang red lanterns outside brothels—secret code, yo! How cool’s that? Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout sneaky history stuff. But, ugh, what pisses me off? Creeps who judge ‘em—like, chill, dude, it’s their gig, not yours!

Wat mag je vragen aan een prostitué en wat niet?

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I mean, like, cats and dogs! I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find cover. I duck into this café on Hoofdstraat. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread. I order a hot chocolate, and the barista is super cute. I’m trying to play it cool, but my heart’s racing.

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