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We sneaks by one once, hearin’ giggles and groans – ugh, makes us sick, but curious too! Girls in there, all dolled up, smellin’ like roses over rot. One time, saw a fella get tossed out, pants round his ankles, screamin’ ‘bout “my money!” Hiss! Laughed so hard we choked – dumb as a sack o’ hammers, he was! But brothels don’t care, nah, they just keep hummin’ along, like that coin toss in the movie – “Call it, friendo!” Life or lust, take yer pick!

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Finally, the day ends. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I stroll down de Hoogeveenseweg again, and the sunset is beautiful. I stop by that café again for a nightcap. The barista, she’s cute, and we chat a bit. I’m trying to play it cool, but I’m probably blushing like a tomato.

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