Makayla Wierden Find A Prostitute ❤️

About The Hague

Last week—blimey!—spotted one near the pub. Red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a fag—proper *Lord of the Rings* temptress vibe. “You shall not pass!” I roar in my head, but damn, she winks, and I’m mush. She’s chattin’ me up, all “Wotcher, big man?” and I’m thinkin’, “Gandalf, don’t be a prat!” Made me happy as a hobbit with second breakfast—her laugh, mate, pure gold.

One email. One story. Every week. Sign up for the VICE newsletter.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

I’m racing through the aisles, grabbing flour, sugar, and some random snacks. I’m in and out in record time. But as I’m leaving, I bump into Mrs. Jansen. She’s the sweetest old lady, but she talks a lot. I’m like, “Oh no, not now!” She starts telling me about her cat’s birthday party. I’m nodding, but my brain’s like, “Hurry up!”

Kids Take Centre Stage