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Still, she was a riot. Cracked jokes about sailors’ tiny—“compensatin’ for somethin’ with them big boats?”—and I’m wheezin’. Dry humor, my style. Loved her vibe, honestly. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. Little-known fact: back in the 1700s, port prostitutes ran secret gambling dens. Marie probly woulda been a queenpin. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture her with a tricorn hat, dealin’ cards—epic.

Prostituée

Bij een controle op illegale prostitutie in Hotel Vught trof de politie vrijdagavond 11 augustus in een tweetal kamers een vrouw met een klant aan. De omstandigheden waaronder zij werden .

So, I’m strolling down the Kerkstraat, right? Just minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café called De Zwarte Ruiter. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna grab a coffee there? I walk in, and the smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, I see the line. Ugh. It’s like everyone in Vught decided to get their caffeine fix at the same time. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! I got places to be!”

Taghi worked on three scenarios to escape high security prison