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About Amsterdam

So, whores, right? They’re out there hustlin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like, whoa, that’s some serious biz skills! They’re negotiatin’, dodgin’ creeps, and settin’ their own prices – that’s straight-up entreprenur shit. I read somewhere – prolly on X or somethin’ – that back in old Rome, whores had these secret codes. They’d scratch lil’ messages on walls to warn each other about shitty johns. That’s dope, right? Like their own Yelp reviews, but with more STDs, haha!

Zelfverdediging

Wil je dat samen met mij beleven? Ik ben betrouwbaar, lief, aangenaamd, ondeugend, sensueel, eerlijk en oprecht. Ik ben geen klokke kijker wat je ziet is wat je krijgt! Geniet van mij werk en .

So, I rush over to his place on de Laan van de Vrede. It’s a small house, but it’s cozy. I walk in, and the vibe is heavy. Everyone’s crying, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I mean, what do you even say? “Hey, sorry for your loss”? Ugh, so cliché. But I try to lighten the mood. I tell a joke about how his grandma used to make the worst pancakes. Everyone chuckles, and for a second, it feels okay. But then, bam! Reality hits again.

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