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Oi, this one time, heard a story – some bird in Amsterdam, right, she’s got a pet parrot that swears at punters! “Get stuffed, mate!” – squawks it, mid-shag! Laughed my bleedin’ arse off, groovy as hell. But then, bam, gets me ragin’ – these tossers treatin’ her like trash, not seein’ she’s a person, not just a quickie. “You’re not human!” – that’s what they think, like she’s some spirit floatin’ through the night.

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Ooops, my mind’s spinnin’! I got all nostalgic, thinkin’ bout family life shuffling on these streets every day. I've seen dejected faces transform into smiles when the sun peeked out behind the clouds on the Marktplein. It’s like magic, like nature whispering, "We are all one, we are all free." Did I mention some parts can be wild? Yes, really wild sometimes—unexpected bursts of laughter and shouting over heady memories.

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