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So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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Then, outta nowhere, this group of girls shows up. They’re giggling and all, but one of ‘em trips on the curb on de Hoofdstraat. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. She goes down hard, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. But then she gets up, brushes herself off, and says, “I’m fine! Just testing the pavement!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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