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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Ruby, alright? She’s workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots on pavement, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m thinkin’, man, she’s got guts—*guts*, y’know? Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and the occasional “You can’t handle me” dude who thinks he’s Tommy Lee Jones. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—that’s her life, every damn night, a gamble. And I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, gettin’ mad—mad as hell—‘cause society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but they don’t *see* her, y’know? They don’t see the hustle.

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Dit artikel gaat over prostitutie in de Nederlandse stad Utrecht. In de periode van (vlak na WO II) tot was er sprake van prostitutie langs de Vecht aan het Zandpad. [1] De Missing: prostitute.

First stop, I hit up my fave café, the ‘Koffie Leute’ on the Neude. Grabbed a cappuccino that was basically a hug in a mug. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my partner, Jan. “We got a situation,” he says. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s been a robbery at the Dom Tower. Seriously? Who robs a church tower?

In this Dutch neighborhood, there could be 1 shared car for every 3 households