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I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

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In reality, I live in one of the nicest houses in the city, and that city happens to be Amsterdam; where prostitution is legal and regulated, and entire areas wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t for the .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Kremnica Castle. It’s like, the crown jewel of this place. I’m all hyped up, thinking about the views. But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I mean, it’s a Tuesday! I guess everyone had the same idea. I’m standing in line, and this kid behind me starts whining about how he wants ice cream. I’m like, dude, we’re at a castle, not an ice cream parlor!

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