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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

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Then, we hit the roundabout at de Veldstraat. Timmy’s like, “What do I do?” I’m screaming, “Just go! It’s not rocket science!” He finally goes, but he forgets to signal. Classic rookie move. I’m just sitting there, facepalming. Bladel’s got enough roundabouts to make anyone dizzy, and he’s making it worse!

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