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We haggle—$50, $60, whatever—she’s actin’ like she’s doin’ me a favor. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for this shit. Here? It’s a free-for-all, and I’m dodgin’ cops like I dodge clinic duty. She’s all, “No kissing,” and I’m like, “Fine, I’m not Ritchie anyway.” *Tenenbaums* ref, duh—nobody gets it. Makes me happy, tho, ‘cause I’m a smug prick. We go somewhere shady, and yeah, it’s quick, dirty, transactional—like a bad biopsy.

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Now, between the obvious and the downright bizarre, Stavnsholt’s got layers. There’s art, passion, and yes, a bit of chaos—just like life. Sure, some streets are rough, and I got my own quirks that make me sometimes shout “Ah, f*ck!” when reality gets too heavy. But by God, it’s real.