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“We shall fight in the fields!” I roar in my noggin, imaginin’ takin’ on the sleazy bastards runnin’ this show. Fun fact—Amsterdam’s red-light district? Started in the 14th century! Sailors, horny buggers, kickin’ it off. History’s wild, mate. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up—name’s Ruby, she says. “How much?” I ask, casual-like. “50 quid,” she smirks. Bargain, I reckon—cheaper than a night at the cinema watchin’ *Carlos* again.

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I tell ya, life here gets mixed up. The rain sometimes makes the pavements gleam with a bittersweet glow, reflecting loneliness and hope at the same time. Just like in Far From Heaven when that fragile beauty breaks. It’s maddening, heartwarming, and completely bonkers—but that’s the real magic.

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