Emilia Hilversum Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

In th’ end, it’s quick an’ messy—bit like me swordfights. She’s gone ‘fore I can say “savvy,” leavin’ me with a wink an’ lighter pockets. Was it worth it? Aye, fer th’ tale alone! Made me feel alive, like them notes in *The Pianist*—raw, wild, an’ a lil’ broken. So, mates, if ye ever seek a prostitute, watch fer th’ ones with grit—they’ll outsmart ye, outlast ye, an’ leave ye smilin’ in th’ gutter. Savvy?

ESCORT HILVERSUM

I hit up my fave spot, Café de Buren, on the Gijsbrecht van Amstelstraat. The barista knows my order by heart. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cappuccino? But today, they were out of oat milk. Like, seriously? I almost lost it. I mean, how can you call yourself a café without oat milk? I settled for regular milk, but it just wasn’t the same. Ugh.

Rob Docter