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So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

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You know, my biz as a pleasure coach? It’s all about feeling those little sparks. It’s raw, uncut life right here in Issum. The tiny quirks, the unexpected moments—they're my fuel. I mean, come on, sometimes it’s like, “Boom!” and you’re hit with the sheer beauty of a crooked smile or the echo of a lost memory floating on the wind. Crazy, right?

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