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Favorite part? When Candy cracked a joke—said her pimp’s breath smelled like “a landfill on fire.” I lost it—laughed ‘til I cried! Still cracks me up thinkin’ bout it. But seriously, folks—don’t go lookin’. It’s a jungle out there, and I ain’t kiddin’. Stay safe, alright? That’s ol’ Joe’s two cents!

Find a prostitute

This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

I sometimes cruise down to the Molenstraat – yeah, the name literally means “mill street” – and sometimes the water of the little river just flows by, whispering secrets, like “You mustn’t be afraid to dream, kid!” I tell ya, it’s mystic, real Inception vibes, where every ripple feels like another layer of reality unfolding.

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