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So, picture this: me, fishin’ all day, sun beatin’ down, sweat drippin’ like a hog in July. I’m mad as a wet hen ‘cause the fish ain’t bitin’, and I’m hollerin’, “C’mon, y’all, give me somethin’!” Then—bam!—this gal sashays by, skirt shorter than a minnow’s tail. I’m like, “Well, slap my britches, is she one o’ them workin’ girls?” Ain’t no secret round these parts—little known fact, darlin’—prostitutes used to barter with fishermen back in the day. Fish for a quick fling! Ain’t that a hoot? History’s wilder than my hair on a humid day!

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There's no shortage of posts from guys complaining about being a 30+yr old virgin but also completely unwilling to see a prostitute because they think that's worse.

First off, I step outside, and it’s raining. Like, classic Dutch weather, am I right? I’m dodging puddles on de Wethouder Witteveenstraat, and I’m already over it. I mean, come on, can a guy catch a break? I’m just trying to get to the café on de Molenstraat for my daily caffeine fix.

Obituary for Robert "Bob" Losser