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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, prostitutes, huh? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one chick, workin’ the corner near Vesuvio’s. Real piece’a work, legs like a fuckin’ racehorse, but eyes? Dead, like them killers in *The Act of Killing*. “We were the matadors, man!” – that’s what she’d say if she saw that flick. Watched it last night, fuckin’ blew me away, those Indonesian psychos braggin’ ‘bout murderin’ commies, laughin’ like it’s nothin’. This broad, though, she’s out there every night, rain or shine, hustlin’. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s fucked – she’s gotta bang scumbags just to eat.

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Downtown's on Kerkstraat. Wow, so busy, so cool. Yeah, it's a vibe! I used to wander near "Ouw Hoek" pub. Crazy nights, mate. "You think you can get away with that?" I mumbled sometimes – like in No Count—umm, Country for Old Men! "Sharon!" I swear!

The skylights? They’re from fighter jets! The anarchic architect who transformed Belgium