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So we chat—she’s got stories, wild ones. Says she once ditched a john mid-deal ‘cause he smelled like fish. Fish! I’m crackin’ up—“Girl, you’re a legend!” She grins, first time she softens up. Makes me happy, y’know, seein’ her laugh. Human moment, folks—ain’t all dark out there. But then—headlights. We freeze. “Cops?” I whisper. She shrugs, “Maybe. Run.” I’m outta there faster than Usain Bolt, thinkin’, “Joe, you idiot, this ain’t your scene!”

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After that, I decide to hit up the local shops. Asten’s got some cool little boutiques, right? I pop into this one on de Kerkstraat. The owner, she’s super nice, but her prices? Yikes! I mean, I love a good sweater, but I’m not made of money! I’m trying to haggle, but she’s not budging. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s Asten! We’re all friends here!”

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