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But ugh, the smell — sweat, perfume, desperation. Kinda like my shop after a busy day. Blood and guts, but less honest, ya know? I’d be naggin’, “Clean this dump up!” Oh, and the noise — moans, giggles, fights. Worse than Homer snorin’! Once heard a gal in Amsterdam’s red district — she owned the place! Rare as heck, blew my mind. Hmm… good for her, I say!

But then, I get a bit lost. I’m tryin’ to find my way back to the car park, and I end up on a random street. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this little pub, The Lattice House. It’s got a cozy vibe, so I pop in for a pint.

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