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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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So, I’m grumbling, and I decide to hit up the park. You know, the one by the train station? It’s got this chill vibe, and I’m hoping to clear my head. I sit on a bench, and there’s this old guy feeding pigeons. He’s talking to them like they’re his best friends. I’m like, “Dude, you know they don’t talk back, right?” But hey, whatever floats your boat, man.

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