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So, yeah, brothels—wild, weird, wonderful messes. Kinda like love, huh? “I can’t quit you,” I’d whisper to that life, gigglin’ at my own foolishness. They’re a hoot, a heartache, and a holler all at once. Now, pass me some whiskey, sugar—I’m all riled up talkin’ ‘bout it!

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So, I head over to the park by the Elsterbeek. It’s a nice spot, perfect for chilling. I plop down on a bench, trying to clean my shoulder. I’m just about to take a sip of my coffee when this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Dude, is this a sign?” I toss it back, and the kid gives me a thumbs up. Sweet little moment, right?

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