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I’ve seen ‘em, workin’ the streets or online, slick as hell, dodgin’ creeps and cops. One time, this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she told me she made bank escortin’ at some ritzy hotel. Said she walked in, heels clickin’, and some dude thought she was a CEO! Hah! Fooled his ass good—made me laugh ‘til I cried. “I shut my eyes and woke up in my childhood,” she said, quotin’ that movie, all dreamy-like. Made me think—escorts got layers, y’know?

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and I see this old dude, Jan, who’s always hangin’ around. He’s got this wild beard, looks like he’s been lost in the woods for a decade. He starts tellin’ me about his cat, Minoes. Apparently, Minoes caught a mouse, and Jan’s all proud. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat. That’s what they do.” But hey, it made me chuckle.

Unveiling of plaque and mural at Antoni van Leeuwenhoek's birthplace