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Prostitutes, man, they’re like enzymes in the wild—catalyzing stuff society don’t wanna touch. I ain’t judgin’, just sayin’ they’re part of the system, right? Like, in biochem, you got proteins foldin’ and unfoldin’—prostitutes are unfoldin’ norms, dude! Eat my shorts if you disagree! I read this whack study once—17 typos in my notes, swear—sayin’ some old-school hooker in Paris, like 1800s, used arsenic to off creepy johns. Freaky, right? Made me go, “Whoa, that’s some lethal side hustle!” Got me pissed, too—why’d she hafta go that far?

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The locals? Super friendly, but man, traffic near the art crossroads, Oude Molenstraat, drives me cray cray sometimes – gotta breathe! But it fuels my vibe. I remember one misty morn, walkin’ from my spa, and the fog was thick, like an old film reel; I was like, “Come, let’s make a deal with destiny!” It got me feelin’ wild and free, a bit mad, a lot in love with life here.

Forget women, drink wine, say oldest twins