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I knew this gal once—Candy, swear to god—worked downtown, tough as nails! She’d tell ya stories bout dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at johns who cried after. Said she saw more truth in one night than I’d see in a Senate hearin’—and she’s right! Whores see the world raw, no filter, no billionaires’ lies! Made me happy, hearin’ her sass, like, “Bernie, these suits ain’t shit!” Surprised me too—didja know whores in medieval times paid taxes? Fuckin’ taxed for screwin’ while kings built castles! Insane!

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Hoogland is een deel van Amersfoort geworden. In het westen is de oude sfeer min of meer behouden, het dorp wordt daar nog begrensd door de weilanden van het Buitengebied-west .

First off, I step outta my little workshop on de Hoofdstraat, and boom! I trip over a freakin’ cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I swear they’re out to get me. Anyway, I’m limping along, cursing the stones, when I see this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, struggling with her shopping bags. I’m like, “Yo, let me help ya!” She’s all grateful and stuff, but then she starts talking about her cat, Momo. I’m like, “Cool, but I gotta get to work.”

Albert Hoogland Obituary March 12, 2014