Aria Emmerhout Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tilburg

So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

Drank, drugs en prostitutie: Emmer buurt zucht kwart eeuw onder overlast huurpanden

But then, I overhear them arguing. Like, come on, guys! You’re in Emmerhout! Chill out! I mean, it’s a nice day, right? But they’re going at it. I can’t help but chuckle.