Aria Heusdenhout Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About The Hague

Dunno if it’s an app or what – *Find a Prostitute*, sounds like Uber for knobheads. Bet it’s got reviews too – “Sharon, 5 stars, great gob!” – fuckin’ hell, what a world. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but I’d not be shocked. Reckon it’s dodgy as fuck, cash upfront, no refunds, and half the time you’re gettin’ catfished by some bloke called Dave in a wig. “This is my city!” – nah, mate, it’s a scam!

Workplaces

First off, I’m cruising down the Heusdenhoutseweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I mean, who can function without caffeine? Not me! I swing by that little café on the corner of de Kuilen. You know the one? The barista, Lisa, she’s always got a smile. But today? Ugh, she spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?”