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What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

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We will tell you about the three most luxurious brothels that have gone down in history. The notoriety of these institutions only fueled interest in them. In the late 19th and early 20th Missing: Bodegraven.

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

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