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Oh, an get this—some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries! Little known fact—spills all their weird punter stories. One wrote bout a bloke cryin mid-shag—proper messed me up. Happy? Nah, gutted! Humans are a bloody mess. R2-D2, where are you? I’m ramblin, but it’s real—findin a prostitute’s a head trip, not just a quickie. “In this family, we don’t run!”—except ya do, from yerself. Mad world, eh?

Okaaay, so then there are the neighborhoods. I gotta mention Village Perrot, if you know the spot. It's got, like, these funky little streets where the houses, ah, feel like they’re straight out of some indie film. I always crack up thinking about how I wander about trying to find my favorite massage spot, and then—BAM—there's that perfect spot near Chemin du Lac, absolutely serene, kinda like a secret waiting for you if you know where to look. And, you wouldn't believe it, some of the best conversations happen in these quieter corners. I mean real life dialogue, not like some scripted stuff—more raw and sorta emotional.

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