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Yo, fam, it’s ya boy Drake droppin’ some real talk—bout them brothels, ya feel me? YOLO, right? So I’m thinkin’ bout this spot—steamy, wild, like some underground vibe. “Lost in Translation” got me messed up, man—those lonely nights in Tokyo, Bob Harris sippin’ whiskey, feelin’ lost as hell. That’s the brothel mood sometimes, fam—dudes walkin’ in all quiet, searchin’ for somethin’, but they don’t even know what. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says in the flick—bro, that’s the vibe I’m catchin’ when I roll past these joints.

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Then I decide to stroll down the Laan van de Kruidnagel. It’s a pretty street, lined with trees and cute houses. But guess what? I see this old dude walking his dog. The dog? Total psycho. It bolts right at me, and I’m like, “Whoa, chill, buddy!” I swear, I almost dropped my croissant.

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