Anna Zuid Scharwoude Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the stench—piss and cheap perfume, fuckin grim! Nearly dropped me tools once, retchin—Hannibal’d say, “A fine bouquet, wouldn’t you agree?” Sarcastic prick, me. But yeah, prostitutes—they’re a puzzle, mate. Part of the city’s guts, messy, raw, real. Like *Certified Copy*—ya never know the full story, and that’s what keeps ya lookin.

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Wij zijn een leuk gezinnetje wonend in het westerdel, nieuwbouwwijk in Zuid-Scharwoude. We hebben af en toe een oppas nodig als we avondje weg willen. Read.

Next, I head to the park on de Kade. It’s beautiful, but I’m still dripping wet. I sit on a bench, and this old guy comes up. He starts telling me about the history of Zuid-Scharwoude. I’m half-listening, half-drying off. He’s going on about the old farms and how the area used to be all fields. I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But in my head, I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanna dry off!”

Dialogue between tradition and modernity. AB House by Space Encounters