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We’re chattin, and she’s tellin me bout her “clients”—truckers, weirdos, even a preacher once! I’m dyin laughin—preacher man gettin frisky? That’s rich! But then she says, “I’m savin for school,” and I’m like—damn, that hit me. Sad, ya know? “Life’s a comedy,” like Toni says, but it ain’t always funny. I’m thinkin, “George, you’re a softie, quit it!”

Oh brothel, where art thou?

In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

So, I’m fuming, right? I decide to take a breather and head to the bakery on Rue de la Gare. Best croissants in town, no joke. I grab one, and it’s warm and flaky. I take a bite, and it’s like a hug for my soul. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt! Ugh! I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker’s just laughing at me. I’m like, “Yeah, real funny, buddy.”

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