Gianna Matenveld Whore ❤️

About The Hague

Gets me mad though—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, society actin’ all high and mighty. Hypocrites! Same blokes preachin’ purity are slippin’ ‘em coins at night. Makes my blood boil, wanna zap ‘em with a bit of Asgardian chaos. But then—whores got grit. This one lass, swear she nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag—legend! Told me, “Loki, I’m the real trickster here.” Fair play, darlin’, fair play.

Stories from the sex trade

Whores from other cities began rolling into Amsterdam, ‘the city of sin’, to try their luck. One thing did change, however. The police did not allow women to entice their clients standing in their .

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Jan. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! He’s still the same, cracking jokes and making everything awkward. He told me he’s starting a new business selling artisanal pickles. Like, who even does that? But hey, it’s Matenveld, so why not?