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These places, they’re old as dirt. Fact: ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Stank of sweat and cheap wine, probly. Nowadays, it’s all neon and fake smiles. “Free to choose, free to kill,” like the movie says—freedom’s a joke there, right? Girls stuck, pimps rakin’ cash, punters stumblin’ out broke. We swears! Caught this one dude, fat as a hog, hagglin’ prices—laughed my ass off. “Five bucks less, c’mon!” Pathetic, mate.

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Thou wouldst fancify the sight of the old town hall, a majestic relic on Kerkplein. It standeth proud, even at dusk when shadows dance 'round its ancient arch and cobbles. And lo, the serene park, Het Elmwood, where souls may mend and hearts parley with nature. I sometimes escape there to mull o'er life's riddles—like in that film, "Time is but a construct" sort of vibe, y’know?

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