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What gets me riled up tho—hypocrisy, mate. Posh twats in suits payin’ for a shag, then preachin’ morals next mornin’. Pisses me off! Saw this john once, fancy car, droppin’ cash on a lass, then actin’ all high’n’mighty. Wanted to zap him with a thunderbolt, but, y’know, no hammer here. Just me, Loki, watchin’, judgin’, laughin’. “What’s left behind, I pick up,” Agnès whispers in that film, and I’m like—yep, these girls pick up the mess men leave, don’t they?

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

So, I roll into Doornsteeg, and the first thing that hits me is the vibe. It’s chill, but there’s this energy buzzing. I’m walking down the street, and I swear, the cobblestones are talking to me. “Hey, dude, welcome!” they say. I’m like, “Thanks, cobblestones, I needed that.”