Harper Coevering Prostitute ❤️❤️

About The Hague

So, I’m sippin’ my martini, thinkin’, “What a bloody mess.” Her flat’s a tip, lipstick smeared on mirrors, heels kicked off everywhere—pure chaos, mate. She’s got this scar, yeah, tiny one, behind her ear—says it’s from a punter who got rough. “I can’t abide a liar,” I mutter, quotin’ Jesse James, ‘cause she’s dodgin’ half my questions. Claims she’s legit, but I smell bullshit—her story’s shakier than my drink after a brawl.

Videos by VICE

We start talkin’ about art, life, and all that jazz. Coevering’s got this vibe, man. The streets are lined with these cute little houses, and the canals? Don’t even get me started. I love how the water reflects the sky. It’s like a painting, but then I remember I’m an artisan, not a poet.

6000 homes in Geldrop without power for two hours