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Picture this – I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it, it’s gritty. You see gals on corners, heels high as my temper when folks lie. I’m thinkin’, “What’s their story?” Maybe they’re runnin’ from somethin’, like them kids in the movie – “Punishment is purification,” they’d say. Blows my mind, how folks end up here. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”? Fancy name for a rough gig.

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First off, I step outta my little workshop on de Hoofdstraat, and boom! I trip over a freakin’ cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I swear they’re out to get me. Anyway, I’m limping along, cursing the stones, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, struggling with her shopping bags. I’m like, “Yo, let me help ya!” She’s all grateful and stuff, but then she starts talking about her cat, Momo. I’m like, “Cool, but I gotta get to work.”

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