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Me, I’d be chillin’, watchin’ the chaos. Some geezer’s haggling—piss off, mate, pay up! Gets me mad, cheap bastards ruin the vibe. But then—surprise! This one time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, right? Had a secret tunnel for posh twats. MPs, lords, sneakin’ in—hypocrites! “We’re all animals,” like Dreyman’d say. Fuckin’ right, we are.

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This paper reveals a paradox: The idea of a liberal dream goes hand-in-hand with growing repression of freedom in the Dutch prostitution sector.

After that, I’m wandering around, and I hit up the Weesp Museum. It’s small but packed with history. I’m reading about the old fortifications and thinking, “Man, these walls have seen some stuff.” But then, I get distracted by this weird painting of a cat. Like, why is there a cat in a museum? I’m cracking up, and the curator gives me this look like I’m the weirdo.

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