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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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Man, every corner is a chance to feel something epic. The locals are quirky and genuine. Everyone’s got their own story, even if they triple-say hello or half-record a moment with their phone. Sometimes you hear chatter like “Yo, no capes, ever!” because i cracked that Edna joke so many times in local gossip.

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