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Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

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So, I grab my gear and rush in. The heat hits me like a brick wall. I can barely see. I’m crawling on the floor, trying to find the source. And then, bam! I trip over a bag of flour. Flour! Of all things! I’m rolling on the ground, covered in white powder, looking like a ghost.

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