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What gets me ragin’? The sleaze of it all—pimps, creeps, ugh! But then—happy vibes—some girls out there, they’re just hustlin’, survivin’, y’know? Like Jep sayin’, “I wanted to be king of the high life”—maybe they do too, in their own messy way. Surprised me once, chattin’ a mate—turns out, Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got unions for ‘em! Unions! Who’d’a thunk it?

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It's hard to beat a chicken pie! This one kept my Nanny and Granda sweet after I kept them waiting. As good as this pie was I think the craic we had beats it.

First off, I’m wandering around the streets, and I’m like, “Where the heck am I?” I mean, I got off at the wrong train station. Classic me. I was supposed to hit up Groningen, but nope, Leek it is. So I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, and it’s all cute and stuff. Like, I could totally see myself living here. But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Seriously, who thought that was a good idea? I’m like, “Great, now I’m gonna break my ankle in a town no one knows.”

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