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Ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam ones? Red lights, tourist traps—overrated! I went once, fuckin’ stunned—girls tappin’ glass like fish in a tank. “What is this rubbish?!” I thought. Felt dirty, not gonna lie. But the stories? Gold. One chick ran her spot like a queen—cash stashed in biscuit tins! Laughed my arse off—smart as fuck. “The land’s burning,” she’d say, quotin’ Denis, prolly. Chaos outside, control inside.

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After a few months work in a Hotel Street brothel, she achieved her goal in the form of a sizable bankroll. O'Hara then decided to take a.

After my overpriced coffee, I decide to check out the Ohara Museum of History. I’m expecting some boring stuff, but it’s actually pretty cool. They’ve got these ancient artifacts and stuff. I’m like, “Whoa, this is older than my grandma!” But then I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the floor, and everyone’s staring. I just laugh it off.

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