Evelyn Mittenaar Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science, but it’s a freakin’ art. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance—eye contact, nods, cash flashin’. I’d be pissed, tho—half these girls lie worse than my patients. “Oh, I’m clean,” they say. Sure, and I’m a ballerina. Everybody lies, right? Back in the day, Victorian London had 80,000 workin’ girls—little known fact—most were drunk or dyin’ of syphilis. Now? Same game, diff tech. They’re on apps, X posts, lurkin’ in DMs. Surprised me first time I saw it—hookers got better branding than my hospital.

Prostitution in the Netherlands

Oh, and the neighborhood of Alt-Mittenaar is genuine gold. Narrow lanes, old brick houses, and alley jokes spoutin’ history. I sometimes get mad when people dismiss its vibes, but heck, it's real. The park at Schillerplatz? Epic! Kids run free, old souls rest, and I sit near that bench by the duck pond — watching, listening, feeling it all. It reminds me of those words, “I wish I'd stayed a little longer.”

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