Leah Doornsteeg Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Hey, so – prostitute, right? Zen pause… I’m thinkin’, man, it’s wild. Life’s a freakin’ ocean, y’know? Like in *Finding Nemo* – "just keep swimming." Prostitutes, they’re out there, hustling. Day in, day out – gritty as hell. I saw this gal once, downtown, legit had a tattoo – “righteous!” – on her neck. Made me laugh, dude! Reminded me of Dory, y’know? Totally lost, but badass anyway.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”