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Once knew a fella, Jimmy, swore he found the “perfect” gal for hire – cheap, quick, no fuss. Bragged like he won the lotto. Two days later? Cops nabbed him, sting op! I laughed my ass off – “How’s that workin for ya, genius?” Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it? Prostitution’s tricky – legal some spots, like Nevada, but sneaky as hell elsewhere. Fun fact: Amsterdam’s got them window girls, lit up red, like a dang WALL-E hoverchair showroom! Wild, right?

Is there any red light area for prostitution?

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After that, I decide to check out the local art scene. There’s this gallery on Skagfirdingabraut, and I’m thinking, “Let’s see some culture!” I walk in, and it’s all modern art—like, what even is that? One piece looks like a bunch of paint splatters on a canvas. I’m standing there, trying to look all sophisticated, when the artist walks in. He’s wearing a beret, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.”

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