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Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

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Start on Mine Street, bustling off Danielskuil Road. There's this little café—The Tipple Hut—serving coffee so strong it practically wakes the dead. Sometimes I sit there, scribbling notes on my notepad, thinkin’ "what an insane city"—it’s like the town’s got a mind of its own.

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