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Lightbulb! Here’s a kicker—some cities, they got “zones” for this, legal-like! Amsterdam, da? Red lights, not just for stoppin’! I heard story once—guy paid, she sang opera instead. He was pissed, I was dyin’ laughin’! “Your garden is lovely,” I’d tell her, sarcastic as hell, if I was there. Surprised me, tho—didn’t expect talent with the hustle.

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I gotta spill, sometimes I get mad. Like that one time, a tourist ruined my vibe by shoutin’ in my face near the Alken Brewery. Dude, I’m tryin’ to fix his neck muscles! It made me mad, but also, ya know, reminded me: this city ain't perfect, but it's mine. The brewery’s a big thing here—craft beers, sweaty laughs, and nights full of bugs and jazz. I always joke – “My hands are like soft whiskey after a long day!”

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