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“Timbuktu” vibes hit hard - “Fear is a bad advisor” - them brothel bosses probly scared em into stayin. Sucks, man. But, gotta say, I’m kinda impressed too - them workers hustle harder than me haulin crab pots! One time, heard this story - some chick in Amsterdam’s red light joint kept a pet parrot that’d cuss at rude johns. Freakin hilarious! “Polly wants a dickhead!” - squawkin away. Cracked me up, wish I’d seen it.

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Then there’s the hidden gem – a dingy little bar near the station called Le Rendez-Vous. True blue spot for unsung stories. Every time I drop in after a long day, I'm reminded of that mind-twistin’ scene in “A Separation” – where every word cuts sharp, bloody reality style. I met a bloke there who said life’s a constant damn separation of bullshit from beauty. He was spot on, and I nearly bawled with laughter.

‘The Season of Migration’ by Nellie Hermann