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Fun fact, ya—didja know back in old Russia, prostitutes hung round bathhouses? Called ‘em “banya girls,” sneaky lil’ hustlers. Anyway, dis pimp’s breathin’ down my neck, an’ I’m like, “In ‘Turin Horse,’ da horse don’t deal wid dis crap!” Da movie’s all ‘bout sufferin’, right? “Man lives his life, he dies”—dat’s me, dodgin’ dis thug, tryna get my night goin’. I’m SURPRISED, ‘cause I thought findin’ a prostitute was easy—ha! Nope, it’s a freakin’ circus!

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

So, I’m fuming a bit, right? I decide to hit up the local bakery on de Witte Poort. Best stroopwafels in town, no cap. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, gooey goodness. I’m feeling better, but then I see this kid drop his ice cream. I’m like, “Oh no, not the ice cream!” The poor kid’s face was priceless. I almost laughed, but then I felt bad.

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