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I dig the chaos of it, tho. Real human stuff – messy, raw. “Anger’s like, burn it down!” – but then I pause… Zen-like. There’s beauty in the grit. Like, in Amsterdam, Red Light District – girls in windows, neon buzzin’. Been there, seen it – surreal as hell. Legal, taxed, all that jazz. Surprised me, how chill it was. “Sadness goes, poor souls” – but some choose it, y’know? Power in that, maybe.

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The night rolls in, and I’m feeling good. I decide to hit up a pub on Oliver Plunkett Street. It’s packed, but the atmosphere is buzzing. I grab a pint of Murphy’s. It’s like liquid gold. I’m chatting with some locals, and they’re telling me about the best spots in town. I’m taking notes like I’m on a mission.

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