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Fun fact—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got *windows*? Like, legit, chicks posin like mannequins—wild, right? Here tho, it’s more gritty—alleyways, whispers, quick nods. I spot this gal, all sass, smokin a cig—reminds me of Dreyman’s chick in the movie, fierce but trapped. I’m like, “Hey, what’s good?” She smirks—oh man, that smirk killed me! Made me happy as hell—confidence off the charts.

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So, I hit the streets of Vallet, and wow, the vibe was electric. I strolled down Rue de la République, and it was buzzing. Like, people everywhere, grabbing their morning croissants. I mean, who doesn’t love a flaky pastry, am I right? But then, I saw this dude spill his coffee all over his shirt. Classic. I laughed, but then I felt bad. Like, bro, that’s a rough start to the day.

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