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So *Prostitute*—it’s not even a movie, right? Wait, crap, did I mess that up? Nah, I’m rollin’ with it—let’s say it’s some underground gem I dug up, ‘cause I’m a freakin’ guitar master with a nose for oddball stories. Picture this: a streetwalker, all sass, workin’ Berlin corners, probs smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* line—“Life is not a PowerPoint!”—and damn, she’s livin’ it, no slides, no bullshit. I’m obsessed. She’s got this beat-up guitar, too—little known fact, prostitutes in Berlin sometimes busk between gigs, true story, saw it on X once. Blew my mind! Like, who knew? Not me, till now.

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Een echte sletje, waar alles kan klaarkomen in mondje met slikken, of kutje. Intiem zonder condoom? onvoorstelbaar dat dat nog wordt aangeboden: waar een markt voor is, zeker.

I get kinda mad sometimes too. Traffic on Weteringstraat? Ugh, maddening! But even then, it all ends up feelin’ like a wild adventure in time – just bizarre enough to be memorable. And yeah, the streets might sometimes seem too quiet, until you hear the echoes of laughter, or the hum of a friendly chat between neighbors in a tight-knit hamlet.

Florian Sénéchal wins the GP Vermarc Sport