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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, tryna scope this scene. Streets buzzin’, lights flashin’, I’m thinkin’—damn, this like *Moolaadé* vibes, but twisted! You know, that flick—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, my fave—where them women fight back, sayin’ “No more!” to the bullshit? Here I am, divin’ into this underworld, wonderin’—who’s sayin’ “No more!” to this hustle?

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So, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the Dijk. It’s this long street by the water, and it’s packed with tourists. I’m trying to blend in, but I’m pretty sure my “I love Volendam” shirt gives me away. I see this cute café, and I’m like, “I need coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best places to eat. He’s like, “You gotta try the kibbeling!” I’m like, “What’s that?” He laughs and says, “Fried fish, man!” I’m sold.

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