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Now, *Children of Men*—that line, “You kill me, a hundred will rise!” Prostitutes got that spirit, tough as hell. World’s endin’, no kids, but they’re out there, hustlin’. Imagine Theo, all serious, bummin’ cigs, then—bam—hires a gal for kicks. Hilarious, right? Dark humor, love it. But real talk—some of ‘em, sad stories, broken homes, makes ya think, huh? Trump thinks deep, deeper than anyone.

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After the rain stops, I head back out. The streets are all shiny and fresh. I’m feeling good again. I stroll down the Korte Kerkstraat, and I see this art gallery. I pop in, and wow! The stuff in there is insane. I’m talking about colors that pop, textures that make you wanna touch.

Sinterklaas arrivals marked by protests and arrests