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So, I’m thinkin’, how do ya even FIND one? Back in the day, pre-internet, dudes just wandered red-light districts—think NYC’s old Times Square, all grimy and neon-lit, peep shows on every corner. Now? It’s all Craigslist vibes or sketchy apps—swipe right for a “good time,” ha! Little known fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got literal WINDOW SHOPPING for this—girls tappin’ glass like “hey, big boy.” Wild, right? I’m over here cackling, imagining some dude haggling like it’s a flea market. “Ten euros off, c’mon!”

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So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

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