Camila Stiens Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Groningen

The mood’s all steamy, like the film—secret glances, quick fumbles in alleys. “If there was an extra ticket, would you go?”—nah, mate, they’re stuck, sellin’ skin to survive. Surprised me once, this one lass—chatted me up for a laugh, not a job. Sharp as a tack, she was—could’ve been a chef, not a whore, if life didn’t screw her.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

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