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Now, me, I’m no prude—live and let live, yeah? But the smell, oh God, the smell—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Hits ya like a brick. Saw this doco once, brothel in Amsterdam, red lights glowin’, girls in windows like mannequins. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be grim, but nah, they’re chattin’, laughin’. Fair play, I say—crackin’ on, makin’ a livin’. Still, bit sad, innit? “The rush is real,” as *Hurt Locker* says—some punters hooked, can’t stop.

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Brothel, not a hotel The staff were friendly and the room was clean but it was bizarre. We saw men being whisked away upon entry by security.

So, like, I chill by Passeig de Joan de Borbó – cool vibe, chill water lapping those historic docks. Oftentimes, I'll be checkin my phone, thinkin "Tonight's the night," and knowin' it's another day in paradise... Or chaos, idk. The narrow streets, those hidden cafes sneakin around corners, really give the town its soul.

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