Aria Hellevoetsluis Brothel ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, this chick—let’s call her Candy, classic, perfect—she’s workin’ the streets, big hair, red heels, the whole deal. I saw her once, swear to God, outside some dumpy bar, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s yuge, fantastic, a real pro.” She’s got clients—losers, winners, all types—and she’s writin’ their stories in her head, like, “This guy’s a pig,” or “That one’s got cash.” Little known fact: back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Vegas kept diaries—actual diaries!—trackin’ johns, like spies. Candy’s the same, smart, sneaky, “a life worth living,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie, sarcastic as hell.

Seksbeleid in Hellevoetsluis

But then, I see a seagull swoop down and steal someone’s fries. I can’t help but laugh. Like, that bird has no shame! It’s a wild world out here.

Figure 1. Traditional four-step transport model