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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, pre-internet, guys’d just wander, lookin’ all sketchy. Now? It’s all apps and coded ads—pretty, pretty sneaky! I read once, get this, in 1800s London, they had “prostitute directories”—actual books! Like Yelp for hookers! Blows my mind, but also—kinda genius? I’d be happy sellin’ those guys insurance—steady gig, right? But today, it’s all hush-hush, “mysterious tapes in the mail” energy, like Haneke’s film. “You ordered this, didn’t you?!” I’d yell at some client, paranoid as hell.

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The English Collective of Prostitutes (ECP) is a grassroots organisation of sex workers and supporters campaigning for the decriminalisation of prostitution, for sex workers’ rights and Missing: Avelgem.

I gotta spill a secret: every sunrise at the outskirts near the abandoned windmill is a thrill. That windmill—the old relic on the hill near Zonnedijk—gets me pumped up. I'd be sitting there, laughing like a madman watching the golden hues dance over the fields, reminiscing about the film's magical moments. It kinda slaps you with reality, like bam! emotions split open. I’m tellin’ ya, it's pure bliss... and a bit maddening too!

Paris-Roubaix spectator who threw bottle at Mathieu van der Poel hands himself in to police