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Now, don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all deep thoughts and sob stories. There’s some wild shit too! One time, heard bout a john who paid in chickens—friggin’ chickens, y’all! Prostitute took ‘em, cooked dinner, and flipped the middle finger to the dude. Hilarious! How’s that workin’ for ya, buddy? Bet he felt dumb as a bag of hammers. Me, I’m crackin’ up just thinkin’ bout it—feathers flyin’, cash cluckin’!

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The main stretch is Dorpsstraat. Wow, so many people chatting, kids running wild, and old timers sittin' out front of their creaky houses. I always pass by the little café on Dorpsstraat, where the owner greets me with a wink and says, "Talk to her... let the coffee speak" – kinda reminds me of that movie, Talk to Her. Crazy, right? I luv that movie, every damn time makes my heart thump, like, “We likes it, we loves it!”

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