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But crikey, the prices! Fifty quid for a “quickie”? I’m like, “Mate, I jump outta planes for less thrill!” *mimes parachutin’, lands on bum* Total rip-off, got me fumin’—could buy a fancy hat instead, y’know? Still, was curious—did ya know prossies in Amsterdam got unions? Proper legit, fightin’ for rights, blows me mind! This one lass, tho, she was chill, no airs, just “Take me as I am,” like Carol says. Loved that, made me grin like a daft git.

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Drug dealers, pimps and prostitutes have returned to a once notorious part of the city which had cleaned up its act.

So, I’m sorting through some dusty old files. You know, the usual. Then, BAM! A file falls off the shelf. I jump like I’m in a horror movie. Turns out, it was a letter from the 1800s. I mean, how cool is that? But then I read it. It was a love letter, and it was all mushy. I felt like I was intruding on someone’s private moment. Like, “Dude, get a room!” But also, “Aww, that’s kinda sweet.”

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