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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, come on! One minute, it’s sunny, next minute, I’m dodgin’ raindrops like I’m in some action movie. I ducked into this little shop on Laan van Broekhoven. They sell the weirdest stuff—like, who needs a rubber chicken? But I found this cool cap. It had a sailboat on it. Perfect for a sailor, right? I bought it, even though I’m pretty sure I overpaid. But whatever, it made me happy.

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