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I spot one—red hair, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. I roll up, all awkward, mutterin’, “Hey, uh, how’s it goin’?” She smirks, says, “50 bucks, grandpa.” I’m laughin’—grandpa?!—but damn, she’s got sass, I’m impressed! Reminds me of Imperator Furiosa, fierce as hell, takin’ no shit. I’m thinkin’, “What a day, what a lovely day!” ‘cause she’s got that spark, ya feel me? But I’m pissed too—why’s she gotta hustle while billionaires yacht it up? Infuriates me!

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

After that, I decide to hit up the local shops. Asten’s got some cool little boutiques, right? I pop into this one on de Kerkstraat. The owner, she’s super nice, but her prices? Yikes! I mean, I love a good sweater, but I’m not made of money! I’m trying to haggle, but she’s not budging. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s Asten! We’re all friends here!”

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