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Little known fact—didja know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got *unions* for these gals? Yeah, legit—benefits, sick days, the works! Blew my mind—thought they’d just dodge cops and creepers all day. Nope, organized as hell. Makes me happy, sorta—good for ‘em, stickin’ it to the man! But then—ugh—saw this pimp once, greasy bastard, yellin’ at some girl ‘til she cried. Pissed me off—wanted to clock him, screamin’, “You don’t own her, punk!”—but I ain’t a hero, just a guy with a grin.

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I sometimes get so caught up developing on dating sites, treatin’ code like pixels in a landscape. But man, wandering these streets makes me dump my keyboard and just feel alive. There's a spontaneous energy in every back alley of the city; every corner's a canvas and every face a masterpiece. Every now and then, I whisper “Pan, Pan!” to myself, just for fun, 'cause it feels like each day here is a little bit magical, mysterious.

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