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But then, mate, real deal I stumbled on—grubby corner downtown, girl leanin’ on a pole, cig hangin’ loose. “Let me in,” she whispers, like Eli in the flick, all mysterious, got me hooked. Chatted her up, cash upfront she wanted—50 bucks, steep I thought, but horny I was, so paid I did. Little fact for ya—oldest gig in history, prostitution is, back to Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, temples ran it, wild huh? Surprised me that did, history nerd I am.

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

After the rain chills out, I decide to stroll down the Molenweg. It’s a pretty street, lined with trees and cute houses. I’m feeling all philosophical, thinking about how consumption isn’t just about buying stuff. It’s about experiences, right? But then, I see this guy walking his dog. The dog? Total diva. It stops in the middle of the street, refusing to move. I’m laughing, thinking, “Even dogs have their off days.”

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