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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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Oh, and lemme tell ya: lesser-known tidbit – the dimly lit alley behind Veldstraat hides a tiny art gallery, off the beaten path. Not many know, but it’s a chill zone for creative minds. I often peepin’ there with my journal. LOL, my favorite!

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