Mia Lindenheuvel Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Utrecht

I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

Kabukicho Tokyo Red Light District – The Kyabakura (Host Clubs)

Terre des hommes Italy () noted that most of the sex workers in the brothel are poor and illiterate with little education and no commercial skills. In order.

So, yeah, that was my day. From foxes to wet wood to crazy kids, it was a rollercoaster. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in Lindenheuvel, where the unexpected is the norm. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

The VPRO villas: one estate, six houses and one history