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Oh, an get this—some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! Little known fact—spills all their weird punter stories. One wrote bout a bloke cryin mid-shag—proper messed me up. Happy? Nah, gutted! Humans are a bloody mess. R2-D2, where are you? I’m ramblin, but it’s real—findin a prostitute’s a head trip, not just a quickie. “In this family, we don’t run!”—except ya do, from yerself. Mad world, eh?

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That is, they have offerings for the joys of the flesh – those go-go bars, live (sex) shows, and whatever it is that may tickle your fancy.

When I get there, it’s a whole vibe. Lanterns everywhere, food stalls, and people dressed in yukatas. I’m feelin’ the energy. I grab some takoyaki, and man, it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away when I see this girl. She’s got the brightest smile, and I’m like, “Wow, she’s cute.” But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right?

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