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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—total stunner, fishnets, lipstick smeared—buys condoms and gum. I’m thinkin’, “Damn, she’s workin’ tonight.” Didn’t judge, tho—girl’s gotta eat. Made me happy, seein’ her smirk, like she owned the joint. But then—fuck—this drunk asshole stumbles in, slurrin’, “How much, babe?” She shuts him down cold, “I’m not your dog.” I’m cheerin’ inside—go off, queen! Hated that prick, tho—made me wanna smash his face. Whores deal with that daily, man, and still stand tall.

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Join us for an interesting weekend in Ruurlo as three 4-year-olds compete in the young horse class at cm level. Watch as a % dressage.

Back at the shop, it’s chaos. People are lined up, and I’m like a one-man band trying to juggle everything. I’m sharpening knives, scissors, you name it. I’m sweating bullets. And then, this lady comes in, all frantic. “My husband’s knife is dull! He can’t cook!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a miracle worker!” But I sharpen it, and she’s all smiles.

Keeping it real – neorealism in the Netherlands