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Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

1. The exterior of an old-school brothel, date unknown.

Angie Pontani has shared her Nonna Mary's Meatball Stew recipe with Weener Magazine. Yes! It's as good as it sounds!

I remember this one crazy day – I was debugging our new dating algorithm on a bench by the Fluss. People passed by, talked, laughed. The sun was low, and a stranger said somethin’ cool like, "Time’s an illusion, lunchtime doubly so." I nearly choked on my coffee. I mean… Wow, right?

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