Chloe Maassluis Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rotterdam

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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Next, I wander down the Lange Haven. It’s pretty, but I’m still fuming about my shoes. I see this little café, and I’m like, “Okay, coffee fix time.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best spots in Maassluis. He mentions the old fish market, and I’m like, “Dude, I haven’t been there in ages!”

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