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About Groningen

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

Prostitution in Germany

After the market, I head back to my workshop. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to create. But then, I realize I forgot to buy clay. Seriously? I’m such a mess today. So, I grab my bike and pedal down to the nearest supply store on Laan van de Korenbloem.

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