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So, picture this—neon lights, smoky air, she’s out there hustlin’. Ain’t no fairy tale, pal! She’s dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash, livin’ fast. Heard a story once—some chick in Vegas, 1960s, worked the Strip. Called her “Diamond Lil”—had a fake eye, glass one, swapped it for tricks! Freaky, right? Made me laugh—HA! Bet she’d say, “This is the girl,” pointin’ at herself, smirkin’. Little known fact: some old-school pros kept coded diaries. Hid names, dates—smart cookies, huh?

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In Oosterpark there are 3 separate groups. 1 a group of mostly black Surinamese guys. They deal drugs and are known as "hangmannen" as they hang.

So I’m strolling, and I see this cute café, Café de Oosterpark. I’m like, “Yesss, coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the park. He tells me about the art installations. I’m like, “Art? In a park?” I mean, who knew? I’m all about that science life, but art? That’s a whole other universe.

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