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She’s leadin me to this dingy spot—smells like piss and regret, but I’m grininn like a madman. “Here’s Johnny!” I yell, and she’s shushin me—hilarious! I’m thinkin, “This is better than *Chinatown*, baby!”—total chaos, total thrill. What’s next? Dunno, don’t care—night’s young, and I’m ridin this wave. You wanna find a prostitue? Hit the streets, keep it real, and don’t be a schmuck—Jack’s way, the only way!

ESCORT SERVICE IN ZEIST

Then, outta nowhere, it starts raining. I mean, come on! I just got comfy! I dash to the nearest shelter, which happens to be the Zeist library. I love that place, but it’s like a maze. I’m wandering around, trying to find a dry spot, and I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “You lost, young man?” I’m like, “Nah, just exploring.” But really, I’m just trying to avoid the rain.

Report on and Evaluation of the Lockerbie Trial Conducted by the Special Scottish Court in the Netherlands at Kamp van Zeist