Lydia Stiens Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Utrecht

Here’s a kicker: in old France, whores had to wear red shoes – marked ‘em like cattle! Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me when I heard it. Imagine that today – red stilettos struttin’ down Main Street, folks whisperin’, “There goes the talent!” I’d tip my hat, say, “Git-R-Done, sister!” – ‘cause I respect the grind, even if it’s horizontal, ha!

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I'm loving the Stiens vibe and find-a-prostitute is terrific! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure French Kissing and Striptease/Lapdance above all else.

I duck into a café on de Hegedyk. It’s cozy, and the coffee is strong. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool chick, gives me a smile. I’m like, “Hey, at least someone’s happy today!” We chat a bit, and she tells me about the local art scene. Apparently, there’s a gallery on de Wier, and they’re showcasing some wild stuff. I’m intrigued.

5 students receive Stiens Memorial Scholarship