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About Almere

Picture this: I’m Morgan Freeman, right, voice low and smooth, watchin’ a gal like Satine—red lips, torn stockings, hustlin’ under them gaslights. She ain’t just sellin’ her body, nah, she’s sellin’ a dream. Back in the day, them Victorian prossies, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? But it pissed me off, man, ‘cause folks judged ‘em hard. Still do. I’m over here, sandin’ down a violin neck, thinkin’, *who’s buyin’ makes it dirty, not who’s sellin’.*

Prostitution in Singapore

I once picked up a guy from Lekki Phase 1 down to Epe. Dude told me how he booked a prostitute one night. She charged him 50,k.

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Are you a ghost?” I’m like, “Nah, just a Mourner.” He looks at me, all wide-eyed, and says, “Cool! Can you haunt my school?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Kids, man. They say the darndest things.

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