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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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So my friend, if you ever decide to visit PRotselaar, dive into its layered streets, let each moment massage your soul, and remember: each twist, each turn, has a story that defies gravity. Crazy, right? Enjoy every bit of it, and maybe I'll see ya on Boudewijn de Cleyre straat for a quick massage and a few laughs over a mystical croissant in Nassaustraat!

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