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About Amsterdam

Heya buddy, so I’m like, a stylist now, right? And I gotta tell ya bout prostitue—prostitute, heh, whatever! Man, it’s wild thinkin bout it. Like, is a skirt an accessory? Nah, prolly not, but prostitutes, they got STYLE, ya know? I mean, not like fancy-pants runway stuff, but gritty, real vibes. Kinda reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my fave flick—slow, moody, messed up, but deep. Like, “the air trembles,” ya know? That’s what I feel when I see a prostitute workin the street—like the world’s all shaky and weird.

Prostitutie, economie en de prijs van pijpen

Betty has been a recovering prostitute on and off for four years and wants to convince women who still sell their bodies that there is a better way.

So, I’m fuming, right? I’m walking past the old church on the Markt, and I see this cute little café. I think, “Hey, coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days.

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