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About Eindhoven

Oi mate, gather round, listen up! I’m Winston bloody Churchill, risen from the ashes, here to yap about prostitutes, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, in the bordellos, with cigars lit and whisky flowin’, to unravel this tale! Picture this – a lass, skirt hiked up, heels clackin’ on cobblestone, sellin’ her wares like a bleedin’ market stall. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*, that Almodóvar flick I adore – “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” she’d whisper, standin’ there bold as brass. Ain’t that a kicker? A prossie with soul, deep as a trench in wartime!

An Interview With Former Prostitute Metje Blaak

So, I’m stuck there, waiting for the rain to chill. I start chatting with the stall owner. He’s a cool dude, tells me about the best spots in town. Apparently, there’s a hidden café on the Zomerweg that serves the best apple pie. I’m sold!

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