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But it ain’t all giggles. Pisses me off, the hypocrisy—blokes in suits judgin’ her, then slippin’ her a tenner after dark. “We don’t need to save anything,” Kirsten Dunst says in *Melancholia*. Same vibe—why save what society’s already tossed? Whores get the rough end, mate. Surprised me once, read this bit—Victorian tarts used lemon rinds as contraception. Mental, right? Stinks, but clever. Little factoid for ya, shaken up proper.

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Then, out of nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I was soaked again! I was like, “Seriously, Voorthuizen? You’re testing me!” So, I ducked into a shop on the Kerkstraat. It was this cute little boutique. I ended up buying a ridiculous hat. I mean, it’s bright yellow and totally not my style, but I thought, “Why not?”

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