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Angry, I get, tho—exploitation, it stinks. Girls trapped, forced, that’s no joke. Seen holos of dudes braggin’, “paid for it, so what?” Pisses me off, it does. Choice, they should have, not chains. But happy? Some stories, weirdly, they twist ya. Amsterdam, red lights, legal and chill—gals run it, cash flows, no shame. “A stone in the water sinks,” says the flick—some sink, some float, depends.

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It's a very common scam, and the scammers are not affiliated with cartels or crime groups, they are simply normal scammers using a threatening.

So, I’m walking down Rue des Écoles, trying to shake off the bird drama. I see my buddy, Jean, selling his handmade crafts. He’s got these cool little trinkets, right? I’m checking them out, and he’s all hyped about his new line of “eco-friendly” stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Trets, not Paris Fashion Week.” But he’s passionate, so I just nod and smile.

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