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Sometimes I watch her, leanin on my fence, wonderin – why her? Why not me? “This is the best I can do,” she’d say, echoin that movie despair. She’s got this scar, right on her cheek – knife fight, she says. Badass, right? Makes me smirk, picturin her slashin some drunk. Prostitutes ain’t all glitter and heels – it’s gritty, raw, like my pig mud. Tonight’s the night I might say somethin, but nah, I’ll just stare. She’s a survivor, man, and I’m just a swineherd.

Escort Dames in Zwolle

So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this little market near the park. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m thinking, “Score!” I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden and how her tomatoes are the best in Zwolen. I’m like, “Cool, lady, but I’m just here for apples.” But she’s relentless!

From the farm to the table – traditional Polish strawberries