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So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

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In De Wallen section of the Red Light District, you can find up to one-room cabins with red lighted windows behind which prostitutes stand, enticing adventurous travelers and locals alike.

First stop? The bustling Blaak street. It’s always alive, ya know? People everywhere, bikes zooming past. I swear, if I had a euro for every cyclist I dodged, I’d be rich! So, I’m hustlin’ down the street, trying to catch my breath, when I spot this cute little café. The smell of fresh pastries hit me like a brick wall. I had to stop.

Meet Emmanuel Van de Blaak: Nigerian-born defender with a Dutch name