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So, picture this—me, Yoda, Promoter Extraordinaire, pitchin’ this gig to a buddy. “Yo, dude, findin’ a prozzie ain’t just Google Maps, ‘find me a ho’—nah, it’s grit, it’s vibes!” Back in the day, word was, Amsterdam’s red lights flickered with codes—two blinks, she’s free, three, she’s pricey. Little known fact, that! Made me happy, ‘cause who don’t love a secret signal? But angry too—damn, why’s it gotta be so shady? Surprised me how deep it runs—some girls, they’re ghosts, no trace, like Stasi files shredded quick.

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Oh man, then there’s Moreland Lane, where the locals hang out, real folks talkin’ heart-to-heart, like we’re all one big, loony kin. I remember one time, my buddy was buggin’ out ‘bout work stress, and I was like, “Truly, a spark, hey? Keep on, keep on.” Stickin’ my head out the door, I’d yell, “love always finds a way!”—I sound like some old guru, haha!

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