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I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

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The neighborhoods here? Man, they’re a mixed bag. Check out the artsy block on Cherry Street. Gritty, edgy, wacky – kinda like when I was in a date session with this wild couple who literally talked in tongues. And oh! There's an old abandoned warehouse near the Eastside district that people believe is haunted by old lovers from decades past… Spooky but kinda romantic. Ruh-roh, amirite?

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