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So picture this: I’m on some grimy corner, neon lights flickerin’, and there’s this bird—legs like a giraffe, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt. I’m like, “Blimey, you’re a walkin’ health hazard!” She’d probably clock me one, but I’d deserve it. Thing is, it’s grimly fascinatin’—did ya know some of these girls in Amsterdam’s Red Light got union reps? Yeah, proper workers’ rights for shaggin’! Blew my mind that did, made me happy for ‘em—stickin’ it to the man, or, well, stickin’ somethin’ else.

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Oh, and you gotta check out the old industrial district by the river – it’s weirdly nostalgic and gives me, like, these wild creative energies that inspire my app designs. La-Porte’s got these hidden streets too, secret nooks, like, near Harbor Lane – perfect for, like, midnight wanderings, y’know? I swear, every corner holds a story.

La Porte plans water work for H Street