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Now, I ain’t no prude—*libertas*, freedom, all that! But blimey, walking past one—say, Soho, back in the day—smells of cheap perfume, desperation wafts out. Little factoid for ya: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Been legal since 1810—*crikey*! Napoleon’s lot sorted it—kept the lads happy, taxman too. Smart, eh? Not like Brandon though— “You’re a liar,” he’s told. Brothels don’t lie—they’re blunt, in yer face.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling all fancy. I stroll down Strada Avram Iancu, soaking in the vibes. Aiud is kinda cute, with its old buildings and that chill vibe. But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, this stray dog runs past me, chasing a cat. I’m talking full-on cartoon chase scene. I’m laughing, but also kinda worried. Like, what if they crash into me?

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