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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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Oh! And quick about neighborhoods, hey! There's the bustling center near Marktplein, where my spa clients always meet up after work. It gives me life. I walk back home via Dorpstraat, but sometimes, damn, – so many typos in my thoughts, kinda like I’m scribbling notes in a hurry. I mean, it rly reminds me of the scripted madness in that favorite movie (Ratatouille – dude, such epicines!).

Will the monument to Latvian legionnaires be dumped in the garbage?