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So, I knew this one chick – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? – workin’ the corner near some shady gas station. She’s got this vibe, y’know, tough as nails, but her eyes? Haunted, like Saul draggin’ that damn body – “You’ll do it!” – through hell. She told me once, over a cigarette she bummed off me, how she got into it. Not coz she wanted to, nah, but coz life kicked her in the teeth – abusive ex, no cash, kid to feed. Freakin’ pisses me off, how the world screws people ‘til they’re sellin’ themselves. “No capes!” – no saviors swoopin’ in, just real shit.

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La prostitution en est l’un des meilleurs exemples: après avoir lutté contre le racolage puis contre les clients, la focale se pose sur la problématique complexe de la prostitution en ligne.

Then, I decide to grab some lunch at this place called De Gouden Leeuw. I order a kroket, and it’s heavenly. But while I’m eating, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying to enjoy my food, but they’re ruining the vibe. I’m thinking, “C’mon, guys! We’re in Vught, not a soap opera!”

The Dutch ‘hoeve’ reinterpreting. Villa Vught by Mecanoo