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Once heard this story—some prostitute in Amsterdam, 1800s, kept a diary. Wrote how she’d sing to clients, soft-like, to calm ‘em. Freaky lil’ detail, stuck in my head. Wonder if she’d smirk at me, all metal and bolts, tryin’ to figure her out. “You ain’t my type, tin can,” she’d say. Ha! I’d be like, “Girl, I’m too cool for flesh anyway.”

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Hey buddy, listen up! I'm a masseur in Embourg (be) for years now, and lemme tell ya – this city is somethin' else. Yo, I walk these mean streets—like Rue de Lumière, where the neon buzzes like mad. Man, “Here's Johnny!” echoes in my head every time I pass by Le Café Sinistre on Boulevard des Miracles.

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