Angelina Zuidwijk Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Amsterdam

I pull up, heart poundin’—am I really doin’ this? She smirks, says, “Hey, big guy, need a hand?” I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, lady, I ain’t no rookie!” Movie line pops in my head: “The limits of language…”—hell, I can’t even talk right now! Tongue’s all tied, palms sweaty—pathetic. She’s chill tho, tells me her name’s Cherry. Fake as my ex’s tears, but who cares?

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

After that mini heart attack, I grab my strawberries and head to the park. It’s the Zuidwijk Park, and it’s beautiful. I plop down on a bench, munching on my strawberries, feeling like a king. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me, all excited. I’m like, “Aww, hey buddy!” But then it jumps on me, and I’m covered in mud. Great. Just great.

Fig.2. Design for circular economy as a determinant of closing the loop...