Valentina Bleiswijk Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Nijmegen

I got pissed, tho, last week—some chick tried scammin’ me! Said she’s “top tier,” wanted cash upfront, then poof—gone like WALL-E’s trash piles in the wind. Fuckin’ ghosted me! Had me yellin’, “In this world, a man’s gotta have balls!”—straight up Tony vibes, ya feel? But then, I found this one spot, lil’ hidden gem, down by the docks. Word is, there’s this gal, been workin’ it since the ‘90s, knows every trick—calls herself “Eve” like that sleek bot from the flick. Ain’t that a trip? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there savin’ my lonely ass like WALL-E tryna save Earth.

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

Finally, I make it home, and I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about the day. The pigeon poop, the kid, the old dude, the juggler. It’s like Bleiswijk threw a curveball at me, and I’m just trying to catch it.

Vanilla and spice next to bloom in Dutch greenhouses