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Exaggeration time—she’s got a tractor! Swear to God. Says she rides it naked. Probably bullshit. But I’m picturing it—hotter than a compost pile! Then—surprise! She’s quoting movies too. *“The past never lets go!”* I’m hooked. We meet. She’s no bot. Smells like dirt and cheap perfume. Sexy? Kinda. Angry part—she charges double! Greedy little—ugh! Still paid. Worth it? Maybe.

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Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind.

I met loads of characters here. Like you wouldn’t believe... I've seen passion bloom right there. "I had to choose," I remember from that flick, The Secret in Their Eyes. That line hits home. Every time I code new swipes, I think of it.

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