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Favorite flick tie-in? Easy. Imagine me, Elon, suited up like Staff Sgt. James, but instead of bombs, I’m defusin’ a bad deal with some chick named Kiki in a back-alley bar. “There’s enough bang in there to blow us to hell,” I’d quip, eyeballin’ her glittery skirt. Dry humor, check—prolly tell her, “Your rates better not need a Hyperloop to justify.” She’d laugh, I’d cringe, deal’s off.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Prostitution is legal but doing it in an organized manner will land the organizer in jail, it is fine as long as you yourself contact the prostitute and have a deal, going through a middleman makes .

I gotta say, Retie's got this weird, gritty charm, like the backdrop of "In the Mood for Love," where every shadow is a secret, every alley a hidden story. My fav spot is near the little wine bar on Zilverstraat, tucked behind some crazy graffiti art, where the wine is cheap and the night is young. A true urban oasis, man!

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