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So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

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First, a mutilated torso of a transsexual prostitute on the banks Reusel. Only the victim killed April 12 has been identified: a

Finally, I hang up, and I’m like, “What a day!” I look out the window, and it’s starting to rain. Typical Dutch weather, right? I decide to call it a day. I’m walking home down the Molenstraat, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I toss him a couple of euros.

Fig. 3: Final energy consumption of the industry in EU-27 in different...