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Eh, lemme tell ya, I snuck a peek once—curiosity, doc! This dame, all sass, says, “What’s your hurry, rabbit?” I’m like, whoa, she’s sharp! Made me laugh, but then—bam—sad vibes. “You’re late, you’re late,” I thought, like time’s screwin’ em all. Some brothels got weird rules, too—didja know? Like, in Amsterdam, they got taxes, health checks, real official. Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all shady. But nah, they’re clockin’ in like me at the switchboard!

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Mamaroneck is chill, but also mad alive. You got Mamaroneck Ave – the heartbeat of the city – where the local shops buzz like bees on a summer day. I love cruising past, windows down, feeling the vibes. There’s this little coffee spot on Main St. (yeah, right off the bustling avenue) that always has acoustics playing in the background – perfect place for a deep chat, ya know?

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