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Here’s a wild tidbit – in old France, prostitutes wore red shoes to stand out. Red shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale. I’m picturin’ her now, rockin’ them heels, laughin’ at me starin’. I ask, “What’s the rate, hon?” She says, “50 bucks, no hagglin’.” I’m surprised – thought it’d be more! Guess I’m green as a gourd. “The devil has many faces,” I mutter, thinkin’ bout the movie again. She’s like, “What’s that, preacher?” I laugh, “Nothin’, just ramblin’.”

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Anyway, I finish my coffee and head out. I stroll down the Langestraat, and it’s packed. People everywhere. I’m dodging bikes like I’m in some kinda video game. Almelo’s got this weird mix of old and new. You got these ancient buildings next to modern shops. It’s like, “What’s up with that?”

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