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Ugh, but the sleazy guys hirin’ ‘em? Pisses me off! Slimy as a toad’s backside. “You think you’re so big?” I’d snap—ooh, *Margaret* vibes again—“You’re not even interesting!” Total burn. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t my thing—too messy, too wild. I’d rather watch *Margaret* sixteen times and cry bout life. Hi-ho, that’s my take! Stay froggy, pals!

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head to the local pub on de Kortenhoefseweg. I need a drink, man. I sit down, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” I order a beer, and as I sip it, I can’t help but smile. Kortenhoef, with all its quirks and craziness, is home.

Frank Steenvoorden