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Lemme tie this to my fave flick—*Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. That monk in the movie, yeah? Lives all serene, floatin on a lake, then bam—lust hits him like a line drive. “Desire brings suffering,” he learns the hard way. Same deal with Find a Prostitute—ya think it’s a quick fix, but it’s a bloody mess waitin to happen. I’ve seen players tank their careers over less. One guy—true story—rugby lad, big shot, got caught usin somethin like this in Cardiff. Tabloids ate him alive, mate—sacked, shamed, finito. Everybody lies, sure, but secrets don’t stay buried.

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So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peekin’ over the rooftops. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” Ha! Little did I know. I grab my coffee from the local café on de Dijk. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all fancy, when I hear this loud honkin’. I look up, and it’s a bunch of tourists on bikes, takin’ over the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Amsterdam!”

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