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So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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1 day ago · I was trying to find motivation to live the other day. Some sort of life fuel to keep me going. I was doing some research on prostitutes in Tokyo as apparently they're skinnier, Missing: Middelkerke.

I gotta mention the quirky bohemian vibes near De Pelikaanstraat. The cafes here serve coffee that’ll knock ye sideways, and the locals – they have a way with words, even if some days they ramble like I do after one too many grogs! One time, I got so mad when the cable for me datingsite went down right in the middle of a hectic day – it was madness, I tell ye, pure madness! But then I strolled over to the little gem, Park ’t Haven, not far from the marina. That park's a hidden oasis, quiet enough to reflect on life’s mysteries, like a scene from a glittering musical, “Come the quick, come the slow, in passion we all flow!”

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