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Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I saw it in her eyes, mate. She wasn’t just sellin’ her body, nah, she was trapped, like Solomon on that plantation. Once told me she started at 15—fifteen, fuck! Some sleazy git pimped her out, and she’s been dodgin’ coppers ever since. Made me rage, man, proper fumin’—wanted to smash that bastard’s face in. Little known fact, yeah? Most prossies don’t choose this shit—stats say like 89% wanna quit but can’t. Slavery, innit? Just with shittier outfits.

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De website van het gemeentearchief van Sint-Laureins. Op zoek naar je roots? Hier moet je zijn!

Also, let me drop a secret: there’s this underrated vintage store on Boulevard des Rêves – like, I always pick up quirky things there. They’ve got, like, old vinyl records and retro massage oils (yep, I’m fancy). I was raving about it to a client the other day, and she literally didn’t believe I was serious. LOL.

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