Angelina Hoogvliet Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—find a prostitute, huh? Like, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s 2025, and I’m out here, Larry David style, neurotically ranting about it. Pretty, pretty good concept, right? But also—kinda nuts! You ever see “Dogville”? My fave, Lars von Trier, 2003—bleak as hell. That town, man, everyone’s a hypocrite, usin’ Grace like she’s some kinda commodity. Reminds me of this whole “find a prostitute” gig—people judgin’, but they’re all in on it secretly.

Amsterdam Prostitution: Minimum Age

But then, I get a text from my sister. She’s like, “Hey, can you pick up some groceries?” I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” But I can’t say no. So, I head to the Albert Heijn on de Laan van de Vrede. I’m in the store, and it’s packed. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of grocery obstacle course. I grab some bread, milk, and whatever else I can find.

Art Discussion Group meeting artist Annemarie Hoogvliet-Weijers