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She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

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De gemoederen liepen hoog op in de Pin Up Club in het Belgische Bissegem. Twee collega's vlogen elkaar in november vorig jaar in de haren.,,Ze leunde over de bar en trok de pruik van .

Man, I'm tellin' ya – I love walkin' down Rue de l’Espoir. The little cafés, the odd murals – they make my heart beat like a drum in a rally! I get all fired up about poverty, inequality – I mean, Billionaires shouldn’t exist, RIGHT?! It makes me mad when I see flashy shops next to crumbling old houses. The workers here, my clients – they got stories. Stories I listen to in my little massage room on Rue de la Détente. They're rough, raw, and true. And lemme tell ya, when I twist a shoulder or ease a knot, I'm easin' more than just a body – I'm easin' a heavy heart.

Rare 'shelf cloud' spotted during thunderstorm over West Flanders