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Me, I’d sit outside one, watchin—like in Anatolia, “the wind carries the voices”—you hear whispers, laughs, sometimes sobs. Sad, happy, fucked up, all at once. Once knew this chick, ran a joint, said her best client was a baker—paid in bread! Fuckin hilarious, right? Fresh loaves for a quickie—capitalism, baby!

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Jul 29,  · Na sluiting van de boten aan het Zandpad, de ramen in de Hardebollenstraat en de werkplekken aan de Europalaan, zijn sekswerkers uit ons straatbeeld verdwenen. In Utrecht .

Anyway, I head back to the farm, and guess what? The cows are acting up. They’re all restless, and I’m like, “Chill, ladies! We got this!” But they’re not having it. One of them, Bessie, decides to kick the milking machine. I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this cow trying to sabotage me?”

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