Zoey Zaandijk Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Utrecht

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’—little known fact: back in the ‘60s, Rome had these secret brothels, hidden behind bakeries—wild, right? You’d get a loaf of bread and a “friend” if ya knew the code! I’m laughin’ thinkin’ bout it—me, Bernie, knockin’ on some door, “Gimme a baguette and a date!” Ha! But serious, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and sayin’ “Yo, how’s it hangin’?” Nah, there’s a game to it—codes, glances, cash up front. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s gritty.

Twaalfde sluiting in een jaar

So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Typical Dutch weather, am I right? I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my coffee from that little café on Westzijde. You know the one? The one with the weirdly good croissants? Yeah, that place. Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, and I spill some on my favorite fur coat. Ugh! I’m already annoyed.

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