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About Utrecht

So, here’s the scoop—findin’ one’s easy if ya got cash. Streets, bars, sketchy alleys—pick yer poison. Me? I’d rather wrestle a bear than pay for that. Hate the hustle, the fake smiles, the stink of desperation. Reminds me of Saul, draggin’ corpses, mutterin’, “I’ve seen the end.” Little fact—back in ‘80s Vegas, pimps ran ads in phonebooks. Yellow pages, right next to plumbers. World’s gone soft since then—now it’s apps, dark web bullshit. Surprised me, honestly—thought folks’d stick to street corners.

Where in Amsterdam is the Red Light District?

But guess what? The market’s packed! I mean, it’s like everyone in town decided to show up today. I’m dodging strollers and old folks with their shopping carts. I finally get to the veggie stand, and this lady in front of me is taking her sweet time. I’m like, “C’mon, lady! I got art to create!”

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