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Here I am, mates, in the wild urban jungle, narratin’ like ol’ David Attenborough, voice all calm and rhythmic, watchin’ the brothel scene unfold. Picture it: dim lights, smoky air, a proper den of vice, yeah? It’s like nature’s own mating grounds, but with cash and a bit o’ cheek. I’m thinkin’ bout “A.I. Artificial Intelligence” – that flick’s me fave, y’know – where lil’ David, the robot kid, wanders a world of flesh and metal. “I am… I am…” he’d say, lost in his quest for love. Kinda fits here, don’t it? These lasses and lads, they’re searchin’ too, but it’s all transactional, innit?

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Stroll down Dorpstraat, man. Old brick vibes, tiny shops. That street’s a gem. I love when night falls, lights flicker. It gives you the whole "Before Sunset" feel… “You know that’s a real sh*t, right?” – echoing in my brain.

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