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About Utrecht

Sometimes it’s grim—cops bustin’ girls, johns scatterin’. Saw a doc—70% of ‘em, forced into it. Trafficking crap—made me mad as hell. But then—other side—some gals, they’re pros, ownin’ it. Met one once, interview—sassy, smart, said, “I set my price.” Reminded me of Huppert—defiant, ya know? “This is my place,” she’d say in the movie—damn right, lady.

“I’m Addicted To Prostitutes Please Help”- Man cries out

Sometimes experiencing the thing we need in a professional setting can make it easier to find and maintain it outside that setting. You don.

I pass by the local bakery, De Bakkersdochter. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a croissant, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. Flaky, buttery goodness. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better.

Rescuers help man, woman, stuck on a cliff face