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So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

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I got 13 butchers (typos, LOL!) – I mean, quirks – in my every day. Life here’s a scramble of laughs, misfits, and downright epic moments. You’re wanderin’ around, maybe sleepwalking across St Martin’s Avenue, half-expecting WALL-E to roll by with a cheeky grin. Can ya imagine? Nah, that's just how mad sweet this place can be, in all its messy glory.

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