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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

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Then I hit up the local bakery. Oh man, the smell! Fresh bread, pastries, you name it. I grab a couple of those almond croissants. They’re like little pieces of heaven. I’m munching away, feeling all good inside, when I overhear this couple arguing about... wait for it... the best way to make poffertjes. I mean, c’mon! It’s Eelde, not a cooking show!

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