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Once heard this tale, right? Some geezer in Amsterdam, 1800s, runs a brothel. Secret room, hidden—like, trapdoor shit. Girls vanish, poof! They say he sold ‘em off—pirates, maybe? Dunno, but creepy as fuck! Gets me blood boilin’, thinkin’ of it. Poor lasses, trapped, like Anne in “Amour”—“It hurts so much!” she cries. Same vibes, innit?

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Alright, listen up, dude! Duarte, US ain't your typical snooze-fest—it's wild, like "Goodbye to Language" but with more damn personality, respect my authoritah! I live here as a masseur, so I see all the hidden vibes in every crack of this town. Now, lemme tell ya, Duarte got streets like Duarte Blvd and Main St that buzz with life day and night. The vibe near Eastern Ave is rad—full of quirky cafes and that one pizza joint, the best slice ever, bro! It's like Godard’s visions but with extra flavor.

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