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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

New places to stay and play.

We'd be taking a family trip and not be interested in seeing prostitutes. How easy is it to avoid these things?

But then, outta nowhere, this guy walks in. He’s all dressed up, looking like he just came from a fashion show. He trips over a chair and spills his drink everywhere. I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you’re too fancy for this! He looks at me, and I’m like, “Welcome to Hoofddorp, buddy!”

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