Victoria Mijdrecht Prostitute ❤️

About Amsterdam

So, I see her, leanin’ on some grimy lamppost, smokin’ a cig, skirt shorter than my tractor’s gearshift. I’m like, “Shagadelic!” She’s got this look, y’know, like she’s seen it all – pimps, johns, cops – and she’s still kickin’. Made me happy, man, ‘cause she’s a fighter, not takin’ no crap. But then, I got pissed, ‘cause some sleazy dude rolled up, actin’ all big, and I’m like, “Oh, behave!” – why’s she gotta deal with that?

Welkom op Tippelstraat

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on de Zijdstraat. It’s a cute little place, selling all sorts of knick-knacks. I’m browsing, trying to dry off, when I spot this ridiculous hat. It’s bright orange with feathers. I can’t resist. I buy it, thinking, “This’ll be a great story later.” Spoiler: it was.

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