Ellie Groningen Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Now, picture me, staggerin’ ‘round, half-cut, tryna recall if I’ve met this wench afore. “Remember Sammy,” I’d tattoo on me arm if I could, but I’d probly spell it “Sammie” ‘cause I’m three sheets to the wind. Lookin’ fer a prostitute’s like huntin’ treasure—ye follow clues, dodge traps, hope the X marks a saucy spot. Ever hear ‘bout the “two-penny hangover”? Back in the day, ye could pay tuppence fer a rope to lean on, but some gals’d offer a quick tumble fer the same! Cheap as chips, made me laugh ‘til me sides split—sly dogs, they were.

De beschermengel van Groningse straatprostituees heeft nu nog maar één zorg

First off, I head to the market at the Vismarkt. Love that place! Fresh fish, veggies, and all the stroopwafels you can eat. I grab a couple of those sweet treats, and boom! I spill syrup all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, sticky and embarrassed, while this old lady just laughs at me. Like, thanks, lady. Real supportive.

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