Mari Schiebroek Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me riled up, tho—blokes actin’ all high ‘n mighty, usin’ her, then preachin’ on Sundays. Hypocrites, the lot! *Wave arms, knock over lamp*—oops! Anyway, she’s a survivor, mate—takes guts, that does. Reckon she’s got stories, wild ones—*mumble*—wish I’d ask her, but nah, I’d just blush ‘n trip! Hah, what a life—prostitutes, eh? Proper mad, proper brill!

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I’m not like the members of the rescue industry who dump prostitutes into a box labelled “Broken, needs mending.” To them, prostitutes are statistics and people to be controlled.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. We dash inside, but the café’s packed. I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. I’m feeling all dramatic, like, “Why, Schiebroek, why?” But then, this cute girl offers me her umbrella. I’m like, “Wow, thanks!”

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