Charlotte Bilgaard Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Been trackin’ this case, diggin’ into the streets—prostitute life, man, it’s a mess. Seen it all as a detective, the grit, the grime. Got this one dame, calls herself Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ dull like Janet. She’s out there, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash under neon lights. Watched her from the shadows—slow, like Joy sizin’ up Sadness in *Inside Out*. “You can’t stop the feelings,” I mutter, ‘cause damn, this job stirs ‘em up.

Educational Levels

But then, I hear this commotion. A crowd’s gathered near the fountain on the Kerkstraat. I’m nosy, so I go check it out. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. He’s tossing knives, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna lose a finger!” But he’s nailing it, and the crowd’s loving it. I’m clapping, feeling all pumped up.