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Me, I’d stroll in, maniacal grin blazin’. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—Wolf vibes, baby! Chat up a chick—tough as nails, smokin’ hot. Maybe she’s got a scar, a story—fucked-up ex, ran off with her cash. I’d tip big, say, “You’re a rockstar, doll!” Dunno, somethin’ bout the grit gets me. Oh—fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Tourists gawk, but locals just shrug—normal as a deli!

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But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of ducks! Like, seriously? Ducks in Sogne? They’re waddlin’ around like they own the place. I’m tryin’ to shoo them away, but they just stare at me. I swear, they’re judging me.

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