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Favorite movie’s got that grit, y’know? “I’m the motherfucker who found him!”—that’s what I’d yell if I could bust these girls outta that life. But nah, they stuck, tradin’ tricks for cash, probly started young too. Heard a tale once—true story, swear it—some prossie in London, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers but slipped ‘em by hidin’ in a barrel of fish! Stunk for days, she did, but free as a hobbit! Laughed my arse off thinkin’ bout that—sly little minx, outsmartin’ the law.

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This book sheds new light on the ongoing fight to end prostitution through a historical study of its emotional communities.

I got a memory – hang on, where was I? Ah yes, I was wanderin’ through the little-known side streets of Rampenved, when I tripped over some cobblestones. I was mad then, but now I laugh, ya know? Every corner of Greve got a tale, even the abandoned warehouses near the harbor – they whisper lost dreams; it's like the gritty soul from Fish Tank, but with a twist of Danish charm.

Olympics: Smolders, van der Vleuten and Greve to Paris for TeamNL, Emmen as back-up