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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But once, saw a prostitut dodge a drunk oligarch’s fist like a ninja. Hilarious! Thought, “She’d outlast half my cabinet.” Favorite trick? Check their shoes. Worn soles mean experience – newbies stumble. Useful tip, trust me. Anyway, findin one? Simple. Look where the wolves hunt. Just don’t be the prey, comrade.

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Woenselse Heide. Deze naam zal iedereen wel duidelijk zijn. De "wijk" is genoemd naar de grote heide, die in de vorige eeuw Woensel in twee stukken verdeelde. De huidige wijk lag in een Missing: prostitute.

So, I keep walking, and I hit up the local café on De Kuilen again. I order a coffee, and the barista, this cool chick named Lisa, starts chatting me up. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Woenselse-Heide is the best place ever.