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About Almere

D’oh! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s like that scene in “25th Hour” where Monty’s just wanderin’, lost, lookin’ for somethin’ real. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, why’s it so damn tricky? Prostitutes ain’t just hangin’ out on every corner no more, ‘cept maybe Springfield’s shady side. You gotta know the spots, man! Like, there’s this one time, I swear, I saw this chick near Moe’s Tavern, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a donut’s lifespan. I’m like, “Woo-hoo! Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just sellin’ fake Rolexes. D’oh! Total letdown.

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The only reason to really avoid a neighbourhood over here is the way it looks and how that makes you feel coming home to it on a daily base.

But then, I get a text from my sister. She’s like, “Hey, can you pick up some groceries?” I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” But I can’t say no. So, I head to the Albert Heijn on de Laan van de Vrede. I’m in the store, and it’s packed. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of grocery obstacle course. I grab some bread, milk, and whatever else I can find.

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