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Ever hear ‘bout Amsterdam’s red lights? Tourists gawk, but locals shrug—brothel’s just business. Pissed me off, tho—girls from nowhere, shipped in, used up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like a damn circus! “The only thing left is to cry,” Jep’d say—truth hits hard. Still, some gals owned it, struttin’ like peacocks—made me grin. Beetlejuice twist? I’d haunt the johns, scare ‘em stiff—pun intended! It’s showtime, baby—brothel’s a stage, and everyone’s playin’ a part!

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I must mention the mighty Chisholm Creek, twisting beside our parks. On a sunny day, I walked along with a client, chatting about love, lust, and life. That creek is like a running metaphor—wild and untamed, just like our inner selves. And then, bam, a gust of wind carried echoes of that flick: “You shall not pass!” (I mean, it echoed everywhere, man!)

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