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Brothels ain’t just bangin’—naw, it’s a whole damn ecosystem. Got yer girls, yer punters, yer shady pimps lurkin’ like stormtroopers on a bad day. Once docked in Amsterdam—Red Light’s a freakin’ circus, mate. Windows glowin’, girls posin’ like statues, but they’re alive, breathin’, hustlin’. Felt a chill—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father”—cuz I saw the dark side. Some chick told me she bribed a cop with a goat once—true story, swear it! Laughed my ass off, but damn, that’s wild.

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

Peter J. Schellenberg