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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, ya had to hoof it downtown, dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for them shady corners. Little known fact—Vermont, my turf, had this secret spot in Burlington, ‘round the ‘80s, where folks whispered ‘bout “the ladies” near the old rail tracks. Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that now—covered up by fancy condos, prob’ly owned by some billionaire jackass. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” They gentrify everythin’, even the damn hustle.

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First off, I hit up the local café on de Hoofdstraat. You know, the one with the weirdly named pastries? I ordered a “Palenstein Poffertje” or whatever. It’s basically a mini pancake, but they act like it’s gourmet. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a pancake.” But whatever, I’m hungry.

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