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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ here, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: dark streets, city hummin’ low, kinda like that tension in *A Separation*, y’know? “We have no choice,” Nader said in that flick—damn right, sometimes life just shoves ya into corners. So, I’m cruisin’, thinkin’ ‘bout how tricky it is to find a hooker these days—not like the old days, nah, shit’s complicated now.

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So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Typical Dutch weather, am I right? I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Kerkstraat. You know the one? The barista there is always super chipper, even when it’s pouring outside. I swear, she must be on some kind of caffeine high. Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, and I’m thinking about my day ahead.

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