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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my tiny apartment on the Eerste van der Helststraat, right? You know, the one with the view of that weird mural of a cat? Yeah, that one. I’m an actuary, but today felt like I was living in a sitcom or something.

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