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About Rotterdam

Once saw her kick a drunk geezer square in the bollocks – pow! – cos he wouldn’t pay up. Had me jumpin’, cheerin’, then hidin’ cos I’m a coward, innit? Made me mad tho, blokes treatin’ her like dirt – grrr! She’s tough, but reckon she cries sometimes, alone, y’know? Gets me soft, that does. Oh, and her laugh – cacklin’ like a witch, proper loud, echoes round the alleys. Love that, surprises me every time!

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Zoek snel en gemakkelijk op basis van GPS een sekswerker in jouw buurt.

I woke up late, of course. Alarm didn’t go off. Classic. Rushed outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching socks anyway? Grabbed a quick coffee from that little café on the corner of de Kloosterstraat. You know the one? The barista there, she’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I swear, she’s the only reason I even bother with mornings.

Easter markets in the Netherlands