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We dig deeper—X posts sayin’ prositution’s been around forever, like ancient Rome had “lupae,” wolf-girls, howlin’ for coin. Cool, huh? But then—bam!—this pimp rolls up, gold chains, actin’ like he owns the block. I’m sittin’ there, tentacles twitchin’, thinkin’, “This guy’s a tool.” Reminds me of *Amour* again—“We’re all alone,” Haneke whispers, but this dude? He’s too loud to be alone. Makes me wanna zap him, but nah, we peaceful.

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First off, I hit up the market on the Hoofdstraat. It’s like a mini carnival every Saturday. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m strolling, minding my own biz, when I spot this old dude selling the best stroopwafels. I mean, these things are like heaven in a waffle. I grab one, and boom! It’s like a sugar explosion in my mouth. Happy vibes, right?

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