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Downside? Some asshole at the bar starts yellin, “She’s a whore, lock her up!” Pissed me off—i nearly decked him. “Mind your own, dipshit!” I growl. She shrugs, like it’s nothin. Tough as nails, this one. Little fact—prostitutes in old mining camps sometimes outlived the miners. TB, cave-ins—girls dodged it all. She’s got that survivor vibe, for sure.

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Then, I get a call from my boss. Ugh. He’s all like, “We need those reports ASAP!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of Emmerhout! Can’t you see I’m busy?” But no, he doesn’t care. So, I rush back to my place on the Emmerhoutseweg, laptop in hand, heart racing.