Claire Hoofddorp Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About The Hague

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Prostitution

In the Red Light area Known as “De Wallen” (pronounced Day Vaw-len) to the Dutch, you’ll find prostitutes offering their “services”, from behind a window. Along with that, the area is known .

First stop, I hit up the Hoofddorp train station. It’s like the hub of the city, ya know? I’m waiting for my train to Amsterdam, but of course, it’s late. Classic! I’m standing there, scrolling through my phone, and I see this dude drop his coffee. Like, bro, it’s a crime to waste coffee! I almost yelled, “Noooo!” but I just chuckled instead.

NinetyNine hotel opens in Hoofddorp