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Oh, and the name—prostitute? Total PR stunt. Some exec thought it’d grab eyes. Worked, didn’t it? Still cracks me up—edgy as fuck. Anyway, if you’re jumpin’ in, time it right. This ain’t no “set it and forget it” gig. Prostitute’s a tease—hot one minute, cold the next. Like Boonmee says, “life’s a cycle,” and this stock’s ridin’ it hard!

Raamprostitutie aan de Bokkingshang Deventer

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of action movie. I duck into this random pub on the Smedenstraat. It’s cozy, and the smell of fries hits me. I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I chat with the bartender. He’s a cool dude, tells me about the local beer. I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll take one!”

Kalmer, Van Deventer out of world champs