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“We shall fight in the fields!” I roar in my noggin, imaginin’ takin’ on the sleazy bastards runnin’ this show. Fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 14th century! Sailors, horny buggers, kickin’ it off. History’s wild, mate. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—name’s Ruby, she says. “How much?” I ask, casual-like. “50 quid,” she smirks. Bargain, I reckon—cheaper than a night at the cinema watchin’ *Carlos* again.

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A woman's quest to rebuild her life after a suicide attempt, and her struggle to understand all the things that led up to that moment.

And oh dear, the smells, sounds, and touch of the city – every back alley, every tucked-away massage studio whispers secrets. “What a mystery!” I hear them chant, repeat, echo like “Mulholland Drive” whispers in tangled dreams, like red lamps glow in the dark. Mmph, each tiny corner’s got a story, my precious, often unknown to the hurried souls – like that quiet spot behind Drowsy Diner, where I sometimes escape for a breather, my favourite!

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