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Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Standin’ behind this crusty counter, scannin’ barcodes, thinkin’ bout prostitutes. Not in a creepy way, nah, just—y’know—ponderin’. Like, what’s the deal with ‘em? This one chick, man, she comes in sometimes. Buys condoms, Red Bull, and gum. Always gum. Weird combo, right? Prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Girl, you chewin’ through the night?” She don’t laugh. Dead eyes. “The children don’t know why,” I mutter, thinkin’ of *The White Ribbon*. That movie’s my jam—bleak as hell. Villages, secrets, messed-up vibes. Prostitutes prolly fit right in.

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Even the person working in the bar was really calm, relaxed and whit a good energy. The girls in the reception were really professional. I will comeback, maybe.

So, I head back, exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and I can’t wait to see what it brings. Maybe less flour, more fun? Who knows! But I’m ready for it. Bring it on, Velsen-Zuid!

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