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Little known fact—didja know in old London, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free,” blue was “busy.” Wild, right? She don’t got no hanky, just a nod, and we’re off. I’m happy, sorta, but surprised too—she’s funny, sarcastic, calls me “old soul” with a grin. I’m thinkin, maybe she’s the hero here, savin me from loneliness. “The world’s gone mad,” I say, echoin *Children of Men*, and she nods, like, “Yeah, but we’re still kickin.”

Prostitutie in Spanje, een miljardenbusiness op het randje van verbod?

Dozens of prostitutes for less than a hundred euros a trick, and fully within the law: that's what many brothels here have on offer, just six kilometres over the border from France, in the.

So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the local market on the Korte Dijk. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh veggies, people chatting, the smell of stroopwafels wafting through the air. I’m like, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” I grab a stroopwafel, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, chewy goodness. But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a cucumber. A cucumber! Like, bro, it’s not that serious. Just pay the guy!

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