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So, I roll in, all smooth-like, tuxedo crisp—gotta look sharp, yeah? These places, they’re wild—hidden lil’ gems, some legal, some dodgy as fuck. Like, didja know Amsterdam’s got brothels older than my Aston Martin? Fact—17th century, mate! Blows my mind. Imagine Remy the rat scurryin’ through— “Not everyone can become a great artist!”—but damn, these girls got artistry in spades, wink wink.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hairdo, like she just stuck her finger in a socket. She’s all, “You know, dear, if you talk to your plants, they grow better.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not about to have a convo with a marigold.” But she’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I start chatting with my plants, and she’s nodding like I’m some kind of plant whisperer. I swear, I saw a daisy perk up. Maybe she’s onto something?

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