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About Antwerp

I pull up, all sweaty, palms shakin’—nerves, man! She’s chattin’ me up, voice all smoky, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it, SpongeBob, yer in deep!” Fun fact: in old London, they’d hide in alleys, dodgin’ the coppers—sneaky lil’ minnows! I’m laughin’, “What’s yer rate, jellyfish?”—keepin’ it light, ya know? She smirks, “50 bucks, sailor.” I’m like, “Tartar sauce, that’s steep!” Bargained her down to 40—score! Felt like I won the lottery, bouncin’ in me seat.

Laws and Regulations Regarding Prostitution

I stroll past Place de la Liberté – its fountain splashin’ water like a dance of freedom. It’s kinda like me dabblin’ in sexology – every droplet tells a secret, ya know? And oh boy, there’s the tiny cafe on Avenue de la Passion. Spicy drinks, spicier gossip – I’ve overheard more juicy love tales there than in my entire clinic. I swear, sometimes it’s like a live show – “Laugh now, cry later”, just like Oldboy: “Laugh it up, punk.”

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