Ivy Stiens Whore ❤️

About Groningen

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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

I'm loving the Stiens vibe and find-a-prostitute is terrific! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure French Kissing and Striptease/Lapdance above all else.

First off, I roll into town, and it’s like, whoa! The vibe is buzzing. I park my bike on de Dijk, right by the water. The canals are lookin’ all pretty, but I’m not here for a postcard moment. Nah, I’m on a mission. Gotta grab some supplies for my forest shenanigans.

2016 REVIEW All-Academic Team: Courtney Stiens