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Aight, so findin’ a prostitute? It’s shady, no cap. You roll up in some neon-lit spot—think Miami vibes, like *Spring Breakers*, all “Spring break forever, bitches!” Streets buzzin’, girls postin’ up, heels clickin’. You see ‘em, they see you. Eye contact’s the game. But yo, it ain’t just walkin’ up like, “What’s good?” Nah, there’s codes, fam. Gotta know the lingo. Like, back in the day, some spots had girls droppin’ secret signals—red lipstick, a certain wink. Bet you didn’t know that! I read that shit somewhere, blew my mind. History’s wild, man.

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So, we have to stop stereotyping prostitutes: the very existence of a middle-class prostitute shows, amongst other things, that prostitution does not come down.

Oh, and there’s the Canal Brabançon – a chill place for evening strolls, watching boats drift by in the water, reflecting city lights. The vibe reeeeally reminds me of one scene from Moolaadé – bold, confronting society’s norms. Makes you think, man.

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