Gianna Assen Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Amsterdam

Me, I’m torn—happy some outsmart the system, dodge the 9-to-5 bollocks. But angry? Oh, mate, the pimps—slimy rats, exploitin’ ‘em! Gets my blood boilin’, wanna smite ‘em with a trickster’s curse. Surprised me once, read this story—Victorian era, prossies in London had secret codes. Whistlin’ tunes to signal danger—crafty, eh? Bet they’d smirk at “The lonely man is a strong man,” cos they weren’t lonely, they had each other.

Zo kijkt een prostituee naar een klant

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into an old friend. Like, what are the odds? We start catching up, and it’s all laughs until he mentions he’s moving to Amsterdam. I’m like, “Bro, why you gotta leave me?” It hit me hard. I mean, Assen’s cool, but it’s not the same without my homies.

"To have a double at Assen… I couldn’t even dream of this!" – Buis after emotional Assen weekend