Vanessa Frankhuis Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Rotterdam

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” – that’s what I’d say to them pimps actin’ all high and mighty. So, picture this – a hooker, right? She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly* – “I am fading,” she might think, trapped in her own skin, sellin’ it night after night. Ain’t that a kicker?

Willkommen beim Laufhaus in Frankfurt

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to shake it off. I hit up the market on Marktplein. It’s buzzing, people everywhere. I love the vibe! Fresh flowers, fruits, and all that jazz. I spot this cute little stall with homemade stroopwafels. I’m like, “Yasss!” I buy one, and it’s warm and gooey. Heaven in my mouth, fam!

Anne Frank - myth or author?