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Hmm… so you wanna talk bout findin a prostitue? Well, lemme tell ya, as a mountain guide, I’ve seen some wild stuff up them peaks, but this? This takes the cake! Nasal snort—Homer’d probly lose his mind if I told him I’m yammerin bout hookers with ya. Anyway, picture this—up in them rocky trails, it’s like *Inception*, ya know, my fave flick! “You musn’t be afraid to dream a lil bigger, darling!”—but insted of dreams, we’re talkin bout findin a gal for a quick buck. Hah! Surprised me first time I heard it—some ol’ miner in ‘98, swear to God, told me bout these secret “mountain ladies” who’d pop up near campsites. Lil known fact—back in the Gold Rush, prostitutes’d hike up to them miner towns, settin up shop in tents! Wild, right?

Klachten van buurtbewoners

Burgemeester Wim Dries laat een verdoken prostitutiepand in de Stalenstraat voor drie maanden sluiten. Dat doet hij na herhaalde klachten over overlast en diverse vaststellingen. Bij een Missing: prostitute.

Sooo, I might get a bit heated sometimes – I mean, when y’see folks dismissing deep connections ‘cause of modern hussle, it makes my blood boil! Like, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta shout! Then I remind myself – every street, every park, every cracked pavement tells a story of passion, of pain, of life. And that’s just so damn beautiful.

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