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So, brothel – it’s mad, innit. Got these lasses, all dolled up, struttin’ about, makin’ coin off geezers who can’t get none elsewhere. I roll in, yeah, and it’s like – whoa, smells of cheap perfume and regret, fam! One time, I hear this story, right – some punter in Amsterdam’s red-light district, back in the 90s, left his false teeth in a girl’s room. Swear down, bruv, he came back next day, all sheepish, like “Farewell and adieu, my teeth!” – straight outta the movie vibes!

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Then I hit up the market on Trg svobode. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and of course, the pigs were like, “Yo, where’s our snack?” I’m like, “Chill, guys, we’ll get to the good stuff.” But then, I see this lady selling these amazing pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels or somethin’. I had to get one.

- I really wanted to come back