Sarah Dokkum Whore ❤️

About Groningen

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I met this gal, total pro, worked the streets near some dive bar. She had this wild tale, said she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she convinced him she was a senator’s niece! Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh—hustle like that deserves a damn Oscar. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” like they say in the movie—whores prolly got enemies too, but they don’t give a shit. That’s what I love—zero fucks given.

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peekin’ over the rooftops. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Dijk. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all fancy, when I hear this loud honkin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of tourists on bikes, takin’ over the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Amsterdam!”

Glints of eternity in a dragonfly's wings