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So, lemme spill the tea—prostitutes got grit. I read once, back in the 1800s, some gal in New Orleans, called herself “Voodoo Queen,” worked the streets *and* hexed folks for extra coin! Ain’t that wild? Made me giggle, thinkin’ she’s out there, slingin’ curses with her corset half-unlaced. Bet she’d say, “You don’t own me, sugar!”—kinda like Lancaster Dodd hollerin’ “Man is not an animal!” in the movie. But dang, it riles me up when folks judge ‘em harsh. Who’re we to throw stones, huh? I ain’t perfect—shoot, I trip over my own big hair half the time!

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Van Boekel was arrested on suspicion of running a brothel and charged six months later. She pleaded guilty. Investigating officer Det Const Paul.

First off, I hit the streets of Boekel, right? I’m strolling down the Hoofdstraat, feeling all good. Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, you know the vibe. Then BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even put these here? I’m pretty sure they’re out to get me.

Figure 1. Early Maillard reaction in milk, adapted from (Van Boekel 1998).