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Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Most of the red-light districts in Belgium consist of window prostitution, where prostitutes sit in a window with a curtained-off workspace behind, although there is also some street prostitution. .

Suddenly, I bump into this old dude. He’s like, “You’re a Maiko, huh? You know, back in my day…” and I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your history lesson.” But he’s got stories, man. He starts talking about the history of Breda, how it was a fortress city and all that jazz. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Can we move on? I got places to be!”

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