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We sneaks ‘round once, near a brothel in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’, stinkin’ of cheap perfume. We swears! Heard a story—some bloke, 17th century, sold his cow just to visit one! Mad, innit? Lost his farm, ended up beggin’. History’s full o’ that nonsense—men bein’ fools for a quick tumble. Makes me laugh, then cry—stupid, stupid! “Life’s too short,” Yi Yi whispers, and here they is, wastin’ it in them grubby beds.

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After I shoo the bird away, I notice this old lady across the street. She’s just staring at me, shaking her head. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you’ve never seen an abrasive blaster before?” But then she yells, “You’re makin’ a mess!” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s kinda the point!”

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