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Me, I’d be flippin’ tables if I ran one— too much drama! Girls whisperin’, clients hagglin’— “The wind carries no sound,” like the flick says, but brothels? Loud as a Krabby Patty fry-up! Once heard ‘bout this place in Nevada— legal, fancy, called Chicken Ranch— hah, chickens and chicks, get it? Made me laugh ‘til I bubbled! But real talk— some gals there are queens, some trapped. Gets me thinkin’— happy, sad, all at once.

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Blijf altijd op de hoogte van het laatste nieuws via de snelste en leukste nieuwssite van Nederland, 24 uur per dag en 7 dagen in de week.

I finally get Mr. Whiskers down. He’s not even mad. Just gives me that “thanks, dude” look. I’m feeling like a hero, right? But then, outta nowhere, this lady starts yelling at me. “You should’ve used a ladder!” she screams. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a vet, not a tree climber!” But whatever, I just smile and wave. Papendrecht peeps can be dramatic, I tell ya.

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