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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a dance—gotta read the room, feel the energy. Like Boonmee says, “Time bends, souls twist!”—you gotta catch her vibe, not just throw cash and dip. I’m thinkin’, *am I her past life lover or just another john?* Ha! Prolly overthinkin’ it, but that’s me—dramatic as fuck. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s glowin’, tellin’ me ‘bout her cat named Mango. A cat! I’m dead.

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After that, I decide to check out the local market on the Emmerhoutseweg. I’m strolling, and I see this cute little shop selling vintage stuff. I’m a sucker for antiques, so I pop in. The owner, this quirky old lady, starts telling me about every item. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted to look!” But she’s got stories for days. I’m half-listening, half-trying to sneak out.