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Anyway, findin a prostitue ain’t simple these days. Web’s full of sketchy ads—half of em scams. Makes me mad as hell, dude! Like, I just want some fun, not my card stolen. Did ya know, back in the 80s, Berlin hookers had secret codes? Little signals—red scarf, quick wink—to dodge the Stasi. Crazy, right? Aliens like us, we see that shit—humans missin the subtle stuff.

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Alright, picture this: stroll down Schutterstraat – it's not fancy or nothin’, but the vibe is chill, like a safe haven for families. Kids play everywhere, your neighbor's always smilin’ – sometimes it makes me mad how perfect it seems, but then I'm reminded, “The land is sacred.” Then you hit up that old castle, Laarne Castle, perched high and proud like a relic from another era. Those walls, man, they’ve seen some deep, heavy family drama, all the way from bitter divorces to unspoken love – reminds me of when I was counseling some folks and life hit like a punch, like in that movie: “There is no salvation. There is no escape.”

‘If my purpose is to help end ALS, then I’m ready!’