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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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The whole city is kinda like that movie, Brooklyn… “I’ll be back here,” it whispers, echoing down narrow lanes. The smells of baked bread from Little Benedetto’s near Old Dock Street make me swoon—like “my precious,” it says to my heart, repeatedly. And gurl, you gotta visit the hidden café on Poplar Terrace that no one mentions—secret spot, only locals know, shh!

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