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About Rotterdam

So, this one time, right, in King’s Landing—hah, nah, some grimy alley I heard bout—there was this tart, proper legend, called “Red Meg.” Swear she bedded half the guards, even that fat sod Meryn Trant. Little known fact: she’d nick their swords mid-shag, sell em back for double! Crafty bitch, made me laugh, I’ll give her that. Got me thinkin—prostitutes ain’t all dim. Some got wits sharper than Valyrian steel. Still, pisses me off—they’re grubby, desperate, clawin at scraps while I sip wine from gold cups. “Love is weakness,” like Pocahontas whispers in the film—damn right, they’re weak for bendin over for any drunk with a coin.

Prostitutieverordening Weesp 2017

Here we aim to create a space to discuss the consequences of racism in the Netherlands for the seen, but often unheard, sex worker community.

So, I leave empty-handed, but then I see this street performer on the corner of de Wetering. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s surprisingly good! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and suddenly, a crowd forms. People are laughing, clapping, and I’m just soaking it all in. It’s like, “This is what life’s about, man.”

A home in Amsterdam? Look beyond the canals to the wider region