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You idiot sandwich! Think whores are all glitz? Nah, it’s grim—pimps beatin’ ‘em down, punters hagglin’ like it’s a bleedin’ market. Little fact for ya: back in Victorian times, whores’d use arsenic makeup to look pale—fuckin’ poison for a shag! Nuts, right? I’d lose my shit if I caught some twat disrespectin’ ‘em for that hustle. Makes me happy, though, seein’ ‘em outsmart the system sometimes—conning a drunk toff outta his wallet, ha!

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They were good enough to retie my legs about 8 times during the party which went from Friday night into early Sunday morning. At no time was.

I gotta say, Retie's got this weird, gritty charm, like the backdrop of "In the Mood for Love," where every shadow is a secret, every alley a hidden story. My fav spot is near the little wine bar on Zilverstraat, tucked behind some crazy graffiti art, where the wine is cheap and the night is young. A true urban oasis, man!

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