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About Rotterdam

Last week, I’m out, lookin for one. Neon lights flashin, heels clickin loud. This chick, she’s got legs—fuckin endless. “Faith, you’re my fuckin angel!” I mutter, Korine-style. She smirks, knows the game. I’m thinkin, shit, she’s sharp. Not just a body, brain too. That suprised me, Clarice… most don’t see it. Pisses me off when johns treat em like trash. They’re hustlin, survivin—respect that, ya prick.

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

But whatever, I grab a muffin and head to the office. The office is on de Kuilen too, just a hop away. I’m feeling good, muffin in hand, ready to tackle the day. But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about the budget.” Oh great, just what I wanted to hear.