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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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Fun read/listen. Here's a counterpoint: Recently I've been researching new electric motorcycles, many of them performance-oriented.

Sometimes my colleagues think I'm over-dramatic. They say, “C’mon, just chill,” but there's a raw beauty in every broken corner of Wirges—even when I'm in a funk and my brain's scatterbrained (like, who needs 14 typos? I'll aim for 13: typos, mispellng, errr, so many errors, simylar to a bad text message).

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