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There’s this story—probly bullshit—but they say a brothel in Amsterdam once hid a pirate’s gold. Workers found it in the floorboards, split it, vanished. Love that chaos! Adds spice to the grind. Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, stale beer—hits ya like a brick. Surprised me how it’s kinda homey, y’know? Like Boonmee’s village, “Where spirits roam free.” I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s a mess—but this place, it’s alive, pulsin’, messy as hell.

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But then, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me! I’m sprawled out, and people are staring. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m dying. “Great, just great,” I think.

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