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Oh, and the smell—lordy, don’t get me started! Cheap perfume, sweat, desperation—hits ya like a truck! Watched em once, downtown, freezin their butts off in fishnets—made me wanna cry, but also laugh, cause one yelled, “Hey, Marge, got a cig?”—swear she knew me! Total riot, that chick! But ugh, the danger—pimps beatin em, cops hasslin—makes my blood boil! Why can’t folks just let em be? “The world’s gone mad,” like in the flick—fits this mess perfect!

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SCHIJNDEL/GESEKE | Een jarige Bulgaarse vrouw die ontvoerd werd uit Schijndel is maandag gevonden in een Duits bordeel. Haar ontvoerders wilden haar daar dwingen om in .

So, I’m stuck there, twiddling my thumbs. I decide to take a walk. I hit up the Markt, you know, the square where everyone hangs out. It’s buzzing! Kids are playing, old folks are gossiping, and I’m just trying to find some peace. Grabbed a coffee from that little café, De Koffieboon. Best coffee in Schijndel, no cap.

Death Notice Justin Mark STANFORD