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Now, the real shit: findin’ one’s easy, but the good ones? Rare. Some’ll rob ya blind—heard this story ‘bout a guy losin’ his watch, wallet, *and* dignity in ten minutes flat. Hilarious, ‘cept it ain’t you. I’d illusion my way outta that, no prob—mortals ain’t so lucky. Pro tip: keep ya wits, don’t flash too much gold. Oh, and the law? Tricky biz—depends where ya are. In Amsterdam, it’s all chill, legal, red lights glowin’ like a chaos party. Here? Sneakier, riskier—kinda thrilling, if I’m honest.

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scene for the later development of theory. As early as , in his letters to Herbert Belmore, Benjamin voiced his ideas on prostitution. Contrary to all.

Oh, and btw, got a love-hate affair with the city's corners. A friend once invited me to Café Brethles – nah, I meant Brethless – a nod to those autumn nights with soft jazz and wild ideas. The owner always says, "There's oil there!" like a promise and curse in one breath.

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