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Little known fact—didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got *unions* for these gals? Yeah, legit—benefits, sick days, the works! Blew my mind—thought they’d just dodge cops and creepers all day. Nope, organized as hell. Makes me happy, sorta—good for ‘em, stickin’ it to the man! But then—ugh—saw this pimp once, greasy bastard, yellin’ at some girl ‘til she cried. Pissed me off—wanted to clock him, screamin’, “You don’t own her, punk!”—but I ain’t a hero, just a guy with a grin.

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I dig every quirky nook – like that funky building on Noordlaan where graffiti shouts stories of old. Ain’t no perfect art here, and honestly, sometimes the chaos makes my heart lighter. I swear, each massage I give, every cuss, and giggle reminds me that Zichem’s pulse is as raw and real as in that movie, darlin’.

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