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Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

Prostitution: More than sex, it's force, fraud, coercion and drugs

A slew of arrests followed a wide-ranging investigation into human trafficking and prostitution in the Port Huron area.

I know this might sound odd, but running a massage parlor gives me a special lens. I see the unspoken stress in people's eyes. Even in a place as chill as Port-Huron, folks carry the weight of their worries. But then, on a sunny day, with the river shining like a mirror, I remember a line from that movie: "Time grows shorter, and our space grows smaller." Makes you realize life's fleeting moments, ya know?

Why is the Great Lakes Maritime Center being demolished?