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Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, prossies got a union. Yeah, proper official! They campaign for rights, fair pay. Blew my mind. Ain’t just standin’ in windows—they’re organized, like Q’s gadget team. But it ain’t all rosy. Some girls, they’re trapped, yeah? Trafficked, forced into it. Makes my blood boil. I’d love to go 007 on those bastards, save ‘em all. But it’s messy, mate, like Brandon’s life in *Shame*. “We’re not bad people,” he says. Ain’t always true, but you feel it.

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I get mad sometimes, too—like when I see people treating this city like a damn parking lot instead of a living, breathing organism! Trash over every bloody corner, and some idiots think they own the place. Infuriating! But then, a random encounter in the small park on Liberty Street reminds me: forgiveness is as tender as a lover’s whisper after a storm—wild and absolutely necessary.

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