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Sometimes I wonder—why’s it gotta be so rough? Society’s all “Ew, prostitutes!” but they’re just livin’, y’know? Gets me mad—then happy, ‘cause they’re tough cookies! Exaggeratin’ here, but Sandy could take on King Neptune, I bet! “I’m ready!” she’d yell, dodgin’ tridents. Total badass.

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Door are locked for prostitute (nika option). if i turn the door at % the door lock, no more working.

First off, I head down the Hoofdstraat. You know, the main drag. It’s got that cute little vibe, shops everywhere. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got a cane and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. He starts rambling about the history of Doorn. Like, bro, I’m just trying to get my morning coffee! But he’s all, “Did you know this place was once a royal residence?” I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, cool story, grandpa.”

This 83-year-old founder is riding the agetech wave: “My USP is my age”