Elizabeth Hengstdal Whore ❤️❤️

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But ugh, the johns? Slimy creeps, most of em. One dude stiffed her—$20 short! She was pissed, screamin, “No pay, no play, asshole!” I laughed so hard I snorted coffee. Still, surprised me—some clients were sweet. Lonely types, just wantin a chat. “Can’t quit lovin the lost ones,” she’d shrug, quotin Jack Twist vibes.

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I’m walkin’ down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s like the whole town’s awake. Kids are screamin’, dogs are barkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool. I pass by the bakery on the corner—man, the smell of fresh bread is like heaven. I’m thinkin’, “I’ll grab a roll later.” Spoiler alert: I forgot.