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Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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Huschke Mau was a prostitute. Today she fights for a ban on prostitution. After spending years in a brothel, she is certain: every brothel visitor is an offender. And prostitution without violence is .

I lives here in Herselt fer quite a while now, ya know? A relaxation-specialist or what-have-you, and every corner, err, every corner speaks to my soul. The park, oh, our lovely Groenplein, it's like an oasis, a hidden calm, where sometimes I sit and reminisce… "Our love, it's our precious love!" I mumble to meself, all dreamy-like. Yea, and the little lane near the old mill, called Molenstraat, where the gentle babbling river Kalmers flows by… Ah, such a sound, so peaceful yet making me think, "Feelings, they swish and swirl, my precious!"

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