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Oh, and her nails? Long as hell—could claw yer eyes out. Prolly does, if ya cross her! I’m imaginin’ her flippin’ off cops, yellin’, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Total badass. “Time flows like a river,” movie vibes again—her life’s a damn flood, rushin’ past us normies. Bet she’s got a pimp she hates, or maybe she’s solo—queen of her own hustle. Either way, respect, yo—she’s livin’ louder than most. It’s showtime, baby—she’s stealin’ the spotlight!

Starting as a self-employed sex worker in the Netherlands

Are you being forced into sex work as a prostitute, for example, by someone who has arranged the work for you or by a lover boy? Or are you under the age of 18? Call the police.

So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

OPCW Centre for Chemistry and Technology officially inaugurated