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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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I gotta mention the winding narrow lanes around the old town. Literally, every corner shows a different story. There's a spot, near Calle del Mirador, where I feel like my inner sexologist gets supercharged – the sunset, the whispers of past lovers, very intense, kinda like a secret romance novel written in stone. And oh dude, I sometimes get super antsy when the local church bells ring – they echo through the alleys, uncovering hidden passions.

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