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So, I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, chicks on corners, lookin’ all sly. I ain’t judgin’—hell nah—but I’m watchin’ like, “What’s the play here?” See, *Spotlight* taught me—dig deeper, motherfucker! These girls, some been out since 14—fuckin’ 14! Little known fact: lotta them got pimps pullin’ strings, takin’ 70% of the cash. That shit pisses me off! I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get your own, motherfucker!” But nah, they trapped, and that’s the real gut punch.

Horeca in the Statenkwartier

I know some young women who lived near these neighborhoods and they would sometimes get catcalled or even harassed there. Upvote.

Man, what a day! I swear, Statenkwartier is a wild ride. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on the corner of the Frederik Hendriklaan. You know the one? The barista there is always super chill. Anyway, I’m feeling good, ready to style some peeps.

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