Lauren Schiebroek Prostitute ❤️

About Amsterdam

So, picture this—prostitutes, right? They’re out there, struttin’, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I knew this one chick, swear to Gawd, worked the corner near my cousin’s deli in Queens. She’d wink at me, all sassy, like, “Frannie, I got this!” Made me laugh, that Nanny cackle—HA-HA-HA! Total badass, but I was pissed too, y’know? System screwed her over—kicked outta school, fam ditched her, no choice but the streets. Pisses me off! Why’s it gotta be like that?

Zonder condoom

In the Netherlands, prostitution traditionally has been regulated by the state and local authorities for reasons of public order, morality, and public health.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and my phone’s blowin’ up. My buddy Joris texts me, “Yo, meet me at the park on Schiebroekseweg!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I grab a quick breakfast—just some toast, nothing fancy. But I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Another three explosions rock Rotterdam overnight