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So, findin a prostitute, huh? Cold streets, dark corners—makes me think. Like in *Margaret*, life’s messy, chaotic. “You’re not forgiven,” I’d say to those pimps. Dirty business, all of it. I’d scope it out, calculatin every move. Girls standin there, shiverin—pisses me off. Weak men exploitin them, disgusting. Back in Leningrad, saw this once—chick got nabbed by cops, screamin. Didn’t expect that, surprised me good. Happiness? None here, just grit.

Illegale prostitutie en 'assenhangers' in Vlaardingen

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what the heck? I thought I left my umbrella in the forest! So, I duck into a shop on the Van der Waalstraat. It’s a quirky little place, full of antiques. I’m browsing, and I find this old compass. I’m like, “This could be useful for my forest adventures!” But the price tag? Nah, not today, buddy.

Sharp humour? Café Mes name change is early "April Fool" prank