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So, sex escorts – bloody fascinatin’, right? Not just some quick shag, nah, it’s a whole gig. Like, did ya know in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, girls got unions? Fuckin’ wild – they’re bargainin’ for better rates while I’m sippin’ martinis, watchin’ em twirl. Makes me happy, that – empowerment, innit? But then, I get pissed thinkin’ bout the sleazy pimps takin’ cuts. Bastards. Should be me takin’ her out, not them pocketin’ cash.

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Finally, I get past that mess and head over to the Constant Spring Market. I love that place. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the best jerk chicken you can find. I’m all about that food life. So, I grab some ripe plantains and a couple of coconuts. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I see this guy selling these crazy hats. Like, one’s got a giant pineapple on it. I’m like, “Dude, who’s wearing that?” But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Constant Spring, where anything goes.

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