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Then there’s the dark side—gets me proper mad. Trafficking, coercion—some poor souls ain’t there by choice. Saw this one bird, eyes dead, forced smile—gutted me. Wanted to bust the place up, 007 style, but I ain’t judge and jury. “What is this feeling?”—that’s from the movie, yeah? Felt it then, this mix of pity and rage. Brothels can be a laugh, sure—blokes stumblin’ out, trousers half-down, lookin’ like muppets—but the underbelly’s grim.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Jan. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! He’s still the same, cracking jokes and making everything awkward. He told me he’s starting a new business selling artisanal pickles. Like, who even does that? But hey, it’s Matenveld, so why not?