Hazel Mierlo Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya even start? Back in the day, they’d slink round Flea Bottom, all sneaky like, dodgin’ the Gold Cloaks. Little known fact: some o’ them girls? Trained in Braavos, yeah, proper assassins moonlightin’ as whores—how’s that for a twist? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ bout some lord payin’ for a tumble and endin’ up with a dagger in his gut. Brilliant. I’d hire ‘em just for the chaos.

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According her neighbour Marcel she frequently had sex with Alex, a male prostitute. Her body is washed and the house is completely cleaned. Most of her.

But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I rush over, thinking I’m a hero or something. I help her out, and she’s super grateful. But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted to help, not get a TED talk!” But she’s sweet, so I listen. Turns out, she’s lived in Mierlo her whole life. She’s got stories about the old days, when the streets were dirt and the town was tiny.

Tradition: candles on liberators’ graves during Christmas