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Picture this: me, strollin’ into a brothel in Amsterdam, 2015. Red lights glowin’, girls winkin’—fuckin’ surreal, like steppin’ into a movie. “I’m in—now what?” I thought, channellin’ my inner Zuckerberg. Place smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey—shaken, not stirred, naturally. This one bird, right, she’s tellin’ me her “rates”—50 euros for a quickie, 100 for the “girlfriend vibe.” Made me laugh—bloke, I’ve had real girlfriends cheaper than that! Got me happy, though—freedom’s sexy, innit? No strings, just a transaction—clean as a sniper shot.

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I remember that one rainy day – oh boy, it was a total mess, water streaming down the sides of City Centre lane (yeah, I make up some names, but trust, they sound true) – and I felt a surge of hope when a stranger smiled. It was as if the city whispered, “Maybe, just maybe, you'll find some balance?” Rarrgh! Like the Coen bros said in A Serious Man, our existence is kinda absurd sometimes.

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