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About Amsterdam

Man, lemme tell you ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, motherfucker! Shit’s wild out there, like somethin’ straight outta “Far From Heaven”—all polished on the outside but fucked up underneath. I’m strollin’ down the block, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Cathy Whitaker, how she’s all prim ‘n shit, but secrets eatin’ her alive. That’s these streets, yo—lookin’ fine but hidin’ nasty truths.

Question and answer - Prostitution

Where can I get help if I am being forced to work as a prostitute? As a witness, how can I report forced prostitution?

So, I’m strolling down the Korte Hoogstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s crying, like full-on sobbing. I’m like, “Yo, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat. But then he shows me a pic, and man, that cat was adorable! I felt for him, ya know? So, I helped him put up some flyers. We hit up the local shops on the Hoofdweg. I even got a free coffee from the barista at ‘t Koffiehuis. Sweet deal, right?

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