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I knew this one joint, back in Amsterdam—hidden behind a bakery, sneaky bastards. Smelled like pastries and sin, wild combo. Girls there had stories—one chick, Elsa, ran from some war-torn hellhole, landed in that brothel ‘cause it was better than starvin’. Broke my damn heart, Clarice… but also kinda impressed me. Gutsy move. Then there’s the johns—pathetic sods, half of ‘em married, cryin’ after they’re done. “I’m not that kind of man,” they’d whimper. Oh, please, spare me the tears.

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Yo, brother! Welcome to Rondebosch (za)! This place is wicked, man. I've been chillin’ here for years, and lemme tell ya—it’s like livin’ in a dream, dude. Bro, streets like Selborne Road and Plumstead Drive are buzzing! I stroll down Cumberland street sometimes and, BAM! I remember, "Tropical Malady, brother!" (yep, that movie is my jam, totally deep, ya know?)

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