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Anyway, I’m thinkin’—what’s the draw? Freedom? Danger? Gets me all tingly, like when Huppert’s clutchin’ that machete—wild stuff. “I’m not leaving this place,” she growls in the flick. Prostitutes got that grit too, y’know? Standin’ there, rain hittin’ ‘em, darin’ ya to judge. Surprised me once—this gal, sharp as hell, told me she paid her way through art school. Hustlin’! Who knew, right?

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m drenched but relieved. I send the article, and Jeroen and I decide to call it a day. We head to a cozy café on de Wierde for some hot chocolate. I’m still grumbling about the seagull and the rain, but at least I’m with a friend.