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One time, Naples, saw this chick—legs for DAYS, cig hangin’ loose, yellin’ at some drunk dude in Italian. Thought, “She’s a BOSS!” Turns out, she’d been workin’ since 14—FOURTEEN, yo! Pissed me OFF—world’s fucked, lettin’ kids do that. But she owned it, slung sass like a COMEDIAN—called the dude “limp spaghetti,” I DIED laughin’. Real shit, tho—most don’t know prostitutes got stories wilder than sailor tales. Some chick in Singapore? Used to be a NUN—swear to GOD! Fell for a sailor, ditched the habit, now she’s bangin’ for bucks. Surprised me—nuns to NASTY? Life’s a TRIP!

ESCORT IN Vaals

Finally, I get outta there, groceries in hand, and I’m walkin’ back to the shop. The sun’s settin’ over the hills, and it’s kinda beautiful. I pass by the Vaalsbroek, and I can hear the water flowin’. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the ground, groceries everywhere. I’m laughin’ at myself, thinkin’, “What a day!”

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