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We swears! Ain’t no shiny romance here. It’s gritty, raw, like pullin’ a rotten molar. Once knew this bloke, right, swore prostitutes in old London used teeth – yeah, teeth! – to signal clients. Little wooden dentures clickin’ in the fog. Mad, innit? Made me chuckle, picturin’ it – clack-clack, “Oi, over here, love!” History’s wild, mate.

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout Praktiseer (za), my funky stomping ground. It’s wild, man – a real electric jungle. Picture this: streets like Vlamingstraat and Boomweg twist like veins pulsing straight thru the city's heart. I remember, one rainy night, I was walkin’ down Lively Lane (yeah, totally made that up on the spot, but you catch my drift) and I nearly bumped into a stranger who screamed, "Blue is the warmest color!" – echoing that movie vibe, ya know? Greed is good, baby, but here, love and lust rule the alleyways.

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