Sadie Zundert Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Almere

So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

EROS SHOP & PRIVE

First off, I hit the streets of Zundert, and lemme tell ya, the sun was shining like it was trying to show off. I strolled down the Molenstraat, feeling all good and stuff. But then, BAM! I tripped over a cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I swear they’re out to get me.

Towering Sculptures Made of Flowers on Display at Bloemencorso, A Flower Parade in Zundert, Netherlands