Leah Bilgaard Prostitute ❤️

About Tilburg

Once heard ‘bout this tart in St. Petersburg—worked the docks, made a fortune off drunk sailors. Slipped ‘em vodka laced with somethin’ nasty, robbed ‘em blind. Clever bitch, that one. Prostitute’s the same—sly, knows how to play ya. “I’m not what I seem,” she’d say, like Cathy in the film, all mysterious. Gets me blood boilin’—hate bein’ played, but damn, respect the hustle.

Spreekuren

First off, I roll into Bilgaard, and it’s like stepping into a whole new world. The streets are buzzing, people everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this chaos. I parked my truck on the side of the Van der Waalsstraat. Yeah, I know, fancy name for a street, right? But it’s just a regular ol’ road with potholes big enough to swallow a squirrel.