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So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls struttin’ like they own it. It’s loud—heels clackin’, dudes laughin’, cash changin’ hands. I’m like, damn, this engine’s purrin’ smooth! Happiest shit? Seein’ women runnin’ the show—boss bitches, takin’ no crap. One time, heard this story—some chick in Amsterdam’s Red Light flipped off a rude john, kept his wallet too. Iconic. Little known fact: them old-school brothels had secret tunnels—escape routes for when cops rolled up. Sneaky af, right?

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