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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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Not every night’s calm too. I remember stormy nights when wind howled through the streets – like a pissed off spirit recitin’ lines from “Let the right one in.” I realized even in chaos, there’s beauty, even when it feel like the whole damn world’s screamin’ at ya. Intense as fuck, right?

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