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So, findin’ one? Man, it’s wild! You don’t just yell “Yo, hooker!” on the street—D’oh!—that’s how ya get a black eye! Nah, it’s sneaky now. Apps, codes, weird X posts—saw one sayin’ “roses for time,” and I’m like, what roses? I ain’t no gardener! Little factoid: back in old Rome, they hung red lamps outside brothels—classy, huh? Bet Carol’d dig that aesthetic, all moody and artsy.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

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Finally, I get my coffee. It’s decent, but I spill half of it on the way out. Classic me, right? I’m walking down the Markt, trying to salvage my drink, when I bump into my buddy Jeroen. He’s all hyped about the new park they’re building near the Veenendaal Zoo. I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool, but have you seen the state of the old one?”

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