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Ever think about the risk? Cops, scams—yikes! One dude I knew, swear to God, got robbed blind—hooker took his wallet mid-act! “No time to be sentimental,” she prolly thought, like Monty’s dad said. Me? I’d be furious—screamin’ like, “What the hell?!” But also—kinda impressed? Gotta hustle, I guess. Still, surprises me how bold they get. You’d think it’s all shady alleys, but nah—some work hotels, classy joints even! Little fact—Amsterdam’s legal red-light district? Been around since the 1300s! Medieval hookers, man—history’s wild.

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I love wandering around on Hauptstraße. You never know what you'll find. Random little shops, street art you’d swear were cues from the zodiac killer’s cryptic signs, and hidden bars that spill stories deep into the night. One time, I found a quirky little dating joint tucked between a musty pub and a deli. Yeah, it set my creative circuits humming like fireworks.

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