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So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

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First off, I decided to hit up the market at the Botermarkt. You know, the one with all the fresh cheese and flowers? I’m a sucker for that stuff. I’m strolling along, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little cheese stall. I mean, who can resist a good Gouda, right? I’m chatting with the vendor, and suddenly, this pigeon swoops down and lands right on my shoulder! Like, what the heck? I’m not a bird feeder! I freaked out, flailing my arms like a maniac. The vendor just laughed. I was like, “Dude, help me!”

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