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I luv dat movie, *Blue Is da Warmest Color*, ya? So raw, so sexy, so—pow!—feelin’s all over da place. Reminds me, brothel’s got dat vibe too. Like Adèle in da film, all shy but curious, steppin’ into somethin’ wild. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says, stumblin’ into love—or lust, heh. Brothel’s like dat: messy, real, no fake smiles. Ya walk in, heart’s poundin’, tinkin’, “Am I really doin’ dis?” Lightbulb! Dat’s da thrill, ya?

Russian spies can strike

CIA operatives involved with Midnight Climax hired prostitutes in San Francisco to lure clients back to brothels. Once there, the agents.

So, we’re working hard, and I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this commotion down the street. It’s the Markt, and there’s a festival or something. I’m like, “Dude, I need a break!” So, I sneak away for a sec. I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, and it’s packed! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a frikandel speciaal—best snack ever, by the way—and just chill for a moment. Life’s good, right?

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