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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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I bounce through neighborhoods like Alt-Mohlin. Man, there’s a real mix of old brick joints and slick cafes. I once had a deep chat outside Lammgasse, real talkin’ with a stranger. Felt wild, yo – emotions high like in a thriller, unexpected like good ol’ Henckel von Donnersmarck flick.

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