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Here’s the kicker—didya know some prostitutes in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, scribblin’ down johns like they’re collectin’ stamps. Blows my mind! Imagine her, this gal, writin’ ‘bout me later—“Weird dude, kept quotin’ some French flick.” So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ deeper—why’s she here? “Life’s a bitch,” she says, shruggin’. Reminds me of Anne, trapped in her body, Georges whisperin’, “It’ll be alright.” Bullshit, it won’t! I’m gettin’ mad now—world’s unfair, y’know? She’s young, should be livin’, not hustlin’.

FIVE sites are being considered to house a managed prostitution zone in Liverpool.

After that, I decide to take a stroll down to the docks. Bootle’s got this whole maritime vibe, ya know? The water’s glistening, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. But then, I see this massive container ship. It’s like a giant floating city. I’m standin’ there, jaw on the floor, thinkin’, “How the heck do they even get those things in here?” It’s mind-blowin’.

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