Sarah Angelslo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

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But then, I realize I forgot to mention the best part! The sunset! As I was running back, I caught a glimpse of it over the canal. The sky was all pink and orange, reflecting on the water. It was like a painting. I almost stopped to take a pic, but ya know, deadlines.

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