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But—ha!—some funny shite too. This one brothel, swear, had a parrot—squawkin’ dirty words at coppers! Nearly pissed meself laughin’. “The heart’s a fool,” like in “Brooklyn”—them punters fallin’ for girls, thinkin’ it’s love. Idiots! Me, I’m watchin’, judgin’—who’s runnin’ this? Triads? Pimps? Once saw a madam, proper posh, sippin’ tea while girls worked. Surprised me—classy bird, rotten soul.

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First off, I hit the streets of Noord-Hofland. You know, the ones like de Zandweg and de Hoofdstraat. They’re like a maze! I swear I got lost like three times. I mean, who names a street “de Zandweg”? Sounds like a beach, but nope, just a road.