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So, picture this—I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Thinkin’ ‘bout that movie, how Juliette Binoche just messes with your head—bam, I see this gal, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Are you authentic?” I wanna ask, like in the film, but c’mon, Joe, don’t be a dope. I ain’t no fancy art dealer—just a guy who’s seen some shit. Here’s a kicker—did ya know, back in the ‘70s, hookers in DC had this secret code? Whistled twice if the fuzz was near. Blew my mind when I heard that—straight outta a spy flick!

Clients were drugged, robbed and dumped in the street or in taxis

The pimps made her put on lingerie. They made her pose for suggestive online ads. And after Dawn had spent a terrifying night job-shadowing a prostitute named Montana and bawling with .

Heist is chaotic, mad, and sometimes piss-inducingly annoying. But it's also your mate at 3 AM, always ready with a sarcastic quip and a sympathetic nod. So get over here, have a pint on Vlierstraat's side street, revel in the irony, and let the city bolt you to life like a scene from "Before Sunset" – spontaneous, unpredictable, and full of cheeky surprises.

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