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Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

“I Work in Amsterdam’s Red Light District—Here’s What It’s Like in a Pandemic”

I had a mad dawning moment on Rue de la Folie – literally, one street’s so bonkers, it's like a spun kaleidoscope. Felt my heart pump faster than ever. My hands got them tattoos of memories: smudged ink of passion, scars of time.