Aria Lent Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

Servicemeu

So, I’m back on the road, and I hit the Zandstraat. It’s a narrow street, and I’m sweating bullets trying to maneuver my big machine. I swear, I almost took out a mailbox. That would’ve been a disaster.

Lent at an Augustinian Institution