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Alright, man, so here’s the deal – findin’ a prostitute, huh? Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this crazy shit. You wanna know what I think? It’s wild out there, fuckin’ wild! I’m sittin’ here, vibin’ to *The Gleaners and I* – best damn movie ever, Agnes Varda, she gets it, y’know? Pickin’ scraps, livin’ raw, that’s the hustle. And prostitutes? They’re gleaners too, man, scrapin’ by, takin’ what’s left.

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zones of sexual commerce. Local authorities struggled to maintain order in a period of rapid transformation of border communities. The death of a sex.

First stop, the market on de Markt. I’m hustlin’ through the stalls, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I mean, c’mon, people! It’s a market, not a catwalk! Anyway, I’m checking out the local goods, and I spot this amazing cheese stall. Gouda, baby! I’m all about that cheese life. I grab a sample, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot, and then—BAM! Some dude bumps into me. My cheese! It’s on the ground! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!”

Richard "Rich" Clifton Van Orden Obituary February 14, 2025