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About Eindhoven

I seen it, bruh, whores out here grindin’, servin’ looks and tricks. Ain’t no fairy tale, tho. One time, I met this chick, swear she was a legend - they called her “Red” ‘round the block. Little known fact, she’d stash her earnings in a hollowed-out Bible, swear to God! Said it kept the demons off her back. That’s some *Spirited Away* shit right there - “I’m not afraid of spirits!” she’d holler, laughin’, lipstick smeared like war paint.

Attractions Edam - what to see in 1 day

In Playing the Whore, sex workers' demands, too long relegated to the margins, take center stage: sex work is work, and sex workers' rights are human rights.

So, I wake up, and it’s one of those mornings where you just know something’s gonna go down. I grab my coffee from the local café on the Damplein. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ my brew, and I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, trying to ride a bike down the narrow streets of Edam. I’m talkin’ about the kind of bike that looks like it’s from the Stone Age. He wobbles, almost crashes into a cheese shop. I’m like, “Dude, maybe stick to walking?” But hey, he’s living his best life, right?

Illustration depicting early developmental amoeboid microglia (EDAM)...