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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Tammy, she’s out there on the street, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, prob’ly has. I read once—get this—back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in New Orleans ran whole damn businesses, owned property! Ain’t that wild? Tammy prob’ly don’t own squat, tho. Makes me mad as hell—society’s all “oh, poor fallen women,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man.

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Now, let me spill some tea: I’ve seen folks cry, laugh, and even go bonkers over silly stuff here. As a women's counselor, I watch mysteries unfold along every cracked pavement of Neerpelt. Some days, I get mad—like when I see the same graffiti on de Tolstraat yet again, over and over, as if it’s the city’s anthem! But then I smile at the honest hustle of locals. They got grit, even if they’re a bit rough around the edges. And trust me, that roughness builds character!

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