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So, picture this—dingy rooms, stained sheets, girls with eyes deader than a King’s Landing corpse. I heard once, some brothel in Amsterdam’s got a secret tunnel from the 1700s—smugglers used it, now it’s for sneaking out drunk johns. Wild, right? Makes me smirk, thinking of those fools stumbling in the dark. I’d burn it down, tho—too messy, too loud. “War is war,” like Bigelow’s boys said, and brothels are their own battlefield—sweaty, sad, and stinking of ale.

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But then, I hear this loud crash outside. I run out, and there’s a guy on the ground, his bike all messed up. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But I can see he’s shaken. I help him up, and he’s grateful. We share a laugh about how crazy the day’s been.

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