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So, picture this: brothel, right? Ain’t just some spot where dudes roll up lookin’ for a quick fix—nah, it’s a whole damn scene, a stage, like Llewyn tryna find his gig. I’m peepin’ it, and it’s wild, yo. Back in the day, like 1800s, these spots was poppin’ in places like New Orleans—fancy joints called “sporting houses,” all dolled up with velvet and chandeliers. Rich cats droppin’ stacks just to vibe with the ladies. Little known fact, tho—some of ‘em girls was secretly runnin’ the show, stackin’ paper, buyin’ land, flippin’ the game on the pimps. That’s gangster, fo’ shizzle! Made me happy as hell hearin’ that—ladies hustlin’, turnin’ tricks into power moves.

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Then, I head over to the Marktstraat. Man, I love that street. It’s got this vibe, ya know? But today, it was packed. I’m dodging people like I’m in some weird video game. And then, bam! I bump into this dude. He spills his fries all over me. Like, seriously? I’m covered in mayo and ketchup. I was mad, but then I just laughed. I mean, who gets fries dumped on them in Slikkerveer? Only me, I guess.

Bob Parrish