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Once, this dude—client, twitchy eyes—tells me, “She’s my muse.” Muse? Bro, she’s clockin’ hours! Laughed so hard, nearly choked—happy tears, tho. Surprised me, how they chat—like, real talk, not just “pay up.” One lass, Ruby, spilled her story—ran from some cult, turned tricks to eat. “Killing’s easy,” she says, “livin’s the bitch.” Straight outta Oppenheimer’s flick—“Fearful of death, they are not.” Deep, right? Messed me head up.

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A Nigerian man sold her to a Nigerian woman who was based in Limburg, the. Netherlands, for whom C. was forced to work as a prostitute. Victims of human.

Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s a client, freaking out about their car insurance. Apparently, they crashed their ride on de Rijp. I mean, come on! How do you crash on a straight road? I rush over there, dodging cyclists on de Waterlandlaan. Seriously, those bike lanes are a death trap!

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