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Once, dis cop rolled up, she bolted—fast! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I hissed at da pig. Love dat she outran him, sneaky minx. Oh, an da smell—perfume and sweat, hits ya hard. Reminds me, “There’s no escape,” like in da movie—trapped, but she’s free, kinda. Me quirks? I’d prolly tip her extra, ha, coz I’m soft like dat. Exaggeratin? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—nah, just a hustla. Tell ya dis, bruh, findin a prossie here? Easy if ya look. Hard if ya dumb. Dat’s da truth!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I stroll by the old mill on Rivierbeek and think, “Under the Skin, there's more than meets the eye!” It’s where I met folks who share secrets and lighter hearts – both in massage room and beyond. City corners like Vlierestraat hold tales of lost souls and hope, just like a Sinatra tune on a sticky night, sweetie.

Surinamese woman charged with trafficking drugs bound for Barbados