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Angry, I get, tho—exploitation, it stinks. Girls trapped, forced, that’s no joke. Seen holos of dudes braggin’, “paid for it, so what?” Pisses me off, it does. Choice, they should have, not chains. But happy? Some stories, weirdly, they twist ya. Amsterdam, red lights, legal and chill—gals run it, cash flows, no shame. “A stone in the water sinks,” says the flick—some sink, some float, depends.

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Then, I decided to stroll down to the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s a chill spot, you know? I was just vibing, listening to some tunes, when suddenly, this dog runs up to me. Cute little guy, but he was all muddy and stuff. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna ruin my shoes!” But then he just plops down next to me, and I can’t help but laugh. Dogs have that magic, right?

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