Aaliyah Teteringen Prostitute ❤️

About Rotterdam

Fun fact: escorts use burner phones, always. Keeps it covert, like Carlos duckin’ feds. I’m obsessed with their hustle! But haters stay loud, callin’ ‘em names. Pisses me off! Live and let live, ya know? If I was an escort, I’d be like, “Pay me or shut up!” Haha, nah, I’m too loud for that life. Anyway, it’s a world most don’t get. They’re out here, slayin’, survivin’, sometimes thrivin’. Respect the grind, fam—it’s bad bitch o’clock!

Circumstances

It turned out the victim was from an Indian family in the city of Birmingham, several hours away. He had fallen out with his family because he refused to marry the woman they'd lined up for .

First call of the day? Some dude from the Molenstraat, totally freaking out. His cat, Mr. Whiskers, was stuck in a tree. I mean, c’mon! It’s a cat! But this guy was like, “I can’t live without him!” I’m like, “Bro, it’s a cat, not a kid!” But I helped him out anyway. Called the fire department. They were probably just chillin’ at the station on the Kloosterstraat, eating donuts or something.

Eleven Dutch cases on Interpol list “Identify Me”