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So, this one time, I saw this chick, right? Big hair, heels clackin’, lipstick redder than my John Deere. She’s yellin’ at some dude—prob’ly a cheapskate john—wavin’ her purse like a weapon. I’m thinkin’, “Hmm… she’s got Anger runnin’ the console!” Straight outta that movie, swear it! Made me laugh, tho—tough as nails, that one. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—sneaky bitches doublin’ as bartenders! Ain’t that wild?

Permission to operate a prostitution establishment

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First call comes in. It’s this lady, totally frantic. “My cat’s stuck in a tree!” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, it’s not a fire, chill!” But nah, she’s convinced her cat, Mr. Whiskers, is gonna become a bird’s dinner. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a tree on de Veldkamp. I told her to grab some treats and shake the bag. Cats are like, “Oh, food? I’m coming down!”

Gebr. Leideman (Hardenberg - NL) developed into specialists in massive victories