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Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

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After the palace, we decide to hit up the Soesterduinen. It’s this amazing nature reserve. I’m feeling all zen, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs past us, screaming. I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, they’re just playing tag. But I’m like, “Chill, kids! It’s not the Olympics!”

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