Grace Losser Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Eindhoven

Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy. Some hooker in Vegas, right? She’s got a frickin’ *schedule*—8 PM, 9 PM, boom, like SpaceX launches. Precision! Guy shows up late, she’s like, “Time’s thrust, dude, pay up or bounce.” Cracked me up—ruthless, like me with a late lumber delivery. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“Life goes on, doesn’t it?”—she says, cold as steel. Love that grit! Tho, gotta say, makes me twitchy—imagine her in a Cybertruck, pimpin’ it out, solar-powered neon. Overkill? Hell yeah, but dope af.

2 Comments

Most people think of male prostitution as dangerous, degrading and exploitative work. But there are some who are attempting to reinvent it as a profession free of stigma by using all the tools .

First off, I step outside, and it’s raining. Like, classic Dutch weather, am I right? I’m dodging puddles on de Wethouder Witteveenstraat, and I’m already over it. I mean, come on, can a guy catch a break? I’m just trying to get to the café on de Molenstraat for my daily caffeine fix.

Joanne Olsen Losser