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Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Buitenpost.

After that, I’m feeling adventurous. I head over to the local market. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I spot this cute little stall selling handmade stuff. I’m browsing, and I see this quirky mug that says, “I survived Buitenpost.” I laugh out loud. I mean, it’s true!

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