Lauren Emmermeer Whore ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Alright. Here’s. My take. On prostitutes. As an insurance agent. I see. All kinds. Of folks. But prostitutes? They’re a trip. I mean. Risky biz. Right? Like Wladyslaw Szpilman. In “The Pianist.” Hidin’. Survivin’. Dodgin’ death. Prostitutes do that. Every damn night. On the streets. “I’m still here.” That’s their line. Straight from the flick. Hustlin’. Duckin’ cops. And creeps. Makes me think. Insurance for them? Ha! Nightmare. To underwrite.

Kom alles te weten over Emmermeer in Emmen. Het huizenaanbod, woningprijzen, type inwoners, voorzieningen, politieke oriëntatie, alles in één overzicht!

After the fire crew gives us the all-clear, we head back inside. I’m drenched, but whatever. We dive back into work. I’m feeling a bit better, but then I get a message from my buddy, Tom. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on De Wetering.” I’m like, “I can’t! I’m swamped!” But then I think, “Why not?”