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About Nijmegen

So, prostitutes—wild, right? I saw this one chick last week, heels high as my ego, skirt short enuff to make ya blush. She’s out there, rain pourin, and I’m like, “Honey, where’s your umbrella?” Total “Schrödinger” moment—alive, dead, who knows? Hella respect tho, takes guts to hustle like that. Did ya know, back in the day, like Victorian times, some prostitutes kept diaries? Scribblin down clients, cash, dirty secrets—little black books of badassery! Bet they’d laugh at my typos, tho.

Going undercover as a sex worker

After a few hours, I finally finish the job. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, but I’m proud. I step outside, and it’s like the sun’s shinin’ just for me. I’m walkin’ back down the Zandstraat, and I see a bunch of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’ and shoutin’. I can’t help but smile.