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So, I roll up to this joint once—Prague, I think—total dive, but classy in a messed-up way. Velvet curtains, chipped gold paint, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Lass at the door winks, says, “You lookin’ for somethin’ special, handsome?” I’m like, “Darlin’, I’m always special.” Shaken, not stirred, right? Got me thinkin’—brothels ain’t just about the deed, nah, it’s the vibe. The stories. Like, did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got rules tighter than MI6? Girls pay taxes, get health checks—proper legit. Blew my mind, that did. Thought it’d be all dodgy, but nope, organized as hell.

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Oh, and lemme drop some dummie facts: The old clock tower on Juniper St. is totally underrated. Seriously, its rusty ticks echo through the streets, reminiscent of the old days—a proper vibe, like the soft, echo-y lines from those movies “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” but, ya know, not exactly that!

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