Sienna Leiderdorp Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Utrecht

So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

Seksbeleid in Leiderdorp

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy just knocked over a whole stand of cheese! I’m talking wheels of Gouda rolling everywhere. It’s chaos! People are laughing, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head. Like, how does this even happen?

Skycap and Skeye joining forces