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About Rotterdam

So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

Question and answer - Prostitution

Nieuwsuur found that prostitutes in the Frisian capital, often from other countries, are largely unregistered and invisible to the authorities making them vulnerable to abuse, unsafe working .

But then, I see my buddy, Jeroen. He’s always up to something. He’s got this wild idea to start a food truck. I’m like, “Bro, you can’t even cook!” But he’s all in, talking about Sleeuwijk’s best snacks. I’m laughing, but honestly, I kinda love his passion.

Maria Sidonia (née Groeneveld) Van de Graaf - Obituary - Duncan