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Little known fact: in Amsterdam, it’s legal, organized, clean. Windows, unions, taxes – wild, right? Meanwhile, here we’re dodgin’ alleys like junkies. Surprised me how chill it can be when it’s not taboo. I’m jealous, honestly – gimme that structure, dahling! None of this “feed the habit” chaos from *Requiem*. That movie’s my soul, tho – the spiral, the desperation. Findin’ a prostitute’s got that same edge. You’re chasin’, fallin’, screamin’ “Purple in the morning!” – okay, maybe not that, but you get it.

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She's a former escort. She's also lazy and unemployed. She has lied about her true history and he just can't get past it.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down ul. Słoneczna, grab a coffee from my fave spot, Café Książka. Best coffee in Lazy, hands down. I sit outside, soaking up the sun, and just chill. But then, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re a librarian, right? I need a book on how to bake a cake.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a chef!” But I help her anyway. Turns out, she’s a sweet old lady who just wants to impress her grandkids. Aww, heartwarming moment, right?

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