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Y’know, in Amsterdam, they got windows—red lights, girls posin’. Legal, even! Blew my mind, precious, seein’ ‘em strut like queens. Not skulkin’ like us hobbitses. Made me happy, sorta—freedom’s nice, ain’t it? But here? Pfft, coppers nab ya quick—sneaky bastards! Once saw a bloke hagglin’, voice all shaky— “This ain’t no ranch!” I yells in my head, snortin’.

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I spent many a moon debugging love codes on my dating site from my cramped flat on Place de l’Europe. Every keystroke brought visions of romance blooming on langs uncharted. I recall a raucous night at Parc de la Mer—oh, what a scene! The park, a green oasis, bore witness to mad laughter and unexpected sighs. Godspeed, as the film doth proclaim, “We keep moving!” but here, thou may stop and admire nature's own code.

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