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Me, I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “I’m not sayin’ I’m a god, but worship me anyway.” The vibe? Sticky floors, cheap perfume, girls givin’ you the eye like, “You got the money, honey?” It’s a circus—hustlers, dreamers, creeps. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—mate, it’s 50 euros, not a goat trade! Pissed me off, cheap bastard. But then, this lass, all sass, told him, “Fuck off, I’m priceless.” Had to clap for her—queen shit right there.

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In there were twenty brothels with up to fifteen prostitutes in each in Hobart, Launceston, Burnie and Devonport, and a further hundred prostitutes.

I’m always reminded of Amélie’s little magical moments: “Les instants de bonheur, mon coeur...” even if I'm sometimes frustrated with the cold winter winds that rattle the ancient windows of my own home here! Smeagol, it makes me huffy, and I blur out, “We swears, we hate cold, precious…” but then my heart softens seeing the gentle smiles of local kids playing by the fountain at Place de l’Europe.

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