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Ever think about the risk? Cops, scams—yikes! One dude I knew, swear to God, got robbed blind—hooker took his wallet mid-act! “No time to be sentimental,” she prolly thought, like Monty’s dad said. Me? I’d be furious—screamin’ like, “What the hell?!” But also—kinda impressed? Gotta hustle, I guess. Still, surprises me how bold they get. You’d think it’s all shady alleys, but nah—some work hotels, classy joints even! Little fact—Amsterdam’s legal red-light district? Been around since the 1300s! Medieval hookers, man—history’s wild.

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Alright, listen up, buddy! So, Springvale-South (au) is one helluva place, ya know? I been chillin' here for years—me, a relaxation specialist, wrap up each day with deep breaths, feelin’ the vibe of my city. Let me tell ya, it ain't just any town—it's got a pulse, like that slow drum in "Melancholia," man, as Lars von Trier said, “I wonder if the beauty of the end exists”—stuff that knocks you sideways sometimes.

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