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Me, I’d prolly suck at it. I’d waddle up, all “Uh, hi, you workin’?” and she’d be like, “Get lost, pink blob!” Hahaha, rude! But srsly, some places, it’s all sneaky—like, ya gotta know the corner, the bar, the vibe. Once saw a dude in a shady alley, whisperin’ to some chick, and I’m like, “Is he orderin’ pizza?” Nope, hooker deal! Made me mad tho—why so secret? Just say it, man!

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Long slender woman legs come down the stairs. A handsome young lady leaves the spacious villa. Remco and Robert, two bodyguards, grin.

So come over. Walk with me in these messy streets, see the parks, side alleys, and even the river that cuts through our little world. And when you’re tired, hey, get a massage—because life’s knotted, literally and figuratively! Pretty, pretty good, right? Oh man, sorry, I'm losin' my train of thought here—craziness, that's Aspe for ya. Enjoy it, my friend, enjoy it.

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