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Here’s the kicker—didya know some prostitutes in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, scribblin’ down johns like they’re collectin’ stamps. Blows my mind! Imagine her, this gal, writin’ ‘bout me later—“Weird dude, kept quotin’ some French flick.” So we’re chattin’, and I’m diggin’ deeper—why’s she here? “Life’s a bitch,” she says, shruggin’. Reminds me of Anne, trapped in her body, Georges whisperin’, “It’ll be alright.” Bullshit, it won’t! I’m gettin’ mad now—world’s unfair, y’know? She’s young, should be livin’, not hustlin’.

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After that, we decide to hit up the Itako Shrine. It’s supposed to be this peaceful spot, right? Wrong! There’s a festival going on. Drums pounding, people dancing, and I’m just trying to find some zen. I’m standing there, trying to meditate, and this kid runs by, almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But then I see him laughing, and I can’t help but smile. Kids have that magic, ya know?

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