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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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But then, outta nowhere, this lady walks by. She’s all dressed up, probably heading to some fancy tea ceremony or whatever. She stops, looks at me, and gives me the dirtiest look. Like, lady, I’m just trying to earn a living here! I wanted to shout, “It’s not my fault you chose the wrong street!” But I just smiled and kept blasting.

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