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But ugh, the stench—piss n’ sweat! Made me mad, precious, real mad! Seen one shut down, coppers bustin’ in—girls cryin’, men scramblin’. Felt bad, then didn’t. “Life’s a crapshoot,” like Anderson’s movie says. Ain’t fair, but who cares? Not me, nah! Still, some joints—fancy ones—got chandeliers n’ shit. Surprised me, jaw droppin’. Thought, “Ooh, posh bitches!”—then laughed meself silly.

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Although prostitution was officially forbidden by the Nazis, the elite SS guards had set up a network of brothels catering to German soldiers.

So, I hop on my bike. Kampen’s got these cute canals, and I’m cruising down the Oudestraat, feeling all good. But then, BAM! A pigeon decides to take a dump right on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to live my best life here! I’m cursing at the bird like it can hear me. “You’ve got one job, dude!”

Audrey Ida (Kampen) Ihland obituary