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About Amsterdam

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate—y’know, all that dark side crap. Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Secret in Their Eyes”—damn good flick, right? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits hard when you’re talkin’ hookers. So, picture this: I’m wanderin’ some grimy street, neon lights buzzin’, lookin’ for a pro. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, y’know?

Rules for sex workers

Then I get to the market at the Bleiswijkseweg. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, buying veggies, flowers, you name it. I’m just trying to get some charcoal for my kiln, right? But nooo, the guy at the stand is chatting up a storm. I’m like, “Dude, I need charcoal, not a life story!” But he just keeps going. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be back at my place, chillin’ with a beer instead of waiting for this guy to finish his monologue.

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