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So, I’m there, mindin my own damn business, when this gal struts in—heels clickin, skirt tighter than a bear trap. I’m thinkin, “This is how it starts, huh?” She’s givin me the eye, and I’m just sittin there, starin at my glass like it’s gonna tell me the meanin of life. Findin a prostitute’s tricky—ya don’t just yell, “Hey, who’s sellin tonight?” Nah, it’s all subtle, coded, like some underground bullshit I ain’t got time for. “Plant an idea,” Cobb’d say, right? Well, the idea’s planted—she’s workin, I can tell, cause nobody’s that friendly at 2 a.m. in a dive like this.

In which legal way can client contact prostitute & avail her services?

So, I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! A pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing pad. Like, dude, really? I’m not a statue! I almost spilled my coffee everywhere. Ugh! I was ready to throw down with that bird.

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