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Gets me blood boilin’, though, when them coppers swoop in. Bastards! Ruined me night once, chased her off – “Run, you filthy animal!” I hissed, but she was gone, poof, like smoke. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, them prossies’d hide in alleys, flashin’ ankle like it’s gold. Sneaky buggers, eh? Love that history shit, makes me feel clever.

Where in Amsterdam is the Red Light District?

Then, I stroll down to the park by the river. It’s called the Kremenchuk River, and it’s pretty chill. I sit on a bench, just vibin’. Suddenly, this kid runs by, kickin’ a ball, and BAM! It hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “What the heck, mini Messi?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left there, half-embarrassed, half-amused.

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