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Me, I’d stroll in, maniacal grin blazin’. “I’m not fuckin’ leaving!”—Wolf vibes, baby! Chat up a chick—tough as nails, smokin’ hot. Maybe she’s got a scar, a story—fucked-up ex, ran off with her cash. I’d tip big, say, “You’re a rockstar, doll!” Dunno, somethin’ bout the grit gets me. Oh—fun fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district? Tourists gawk, but locals just shrug—normal as a deli!

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First stop? Breakfast! I hit up this tiny joint called “Akkeshi Shokudo.” The smell of grilled fish was insane. I ordered the local specialty, which is like this super fresh sashimi. I was like, “Yum!” But then, the waiter dropped my food. I mean, come on! My heart sank. I was ready to throw a fit, but then he just laughed it off. I couldn’t help but chuckle too. It’s just fish, right?

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