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Oh, and the smells—sweat, perfume, whiskey—gross but alive! I’d exagerate and say it’s like a rock concert, but dirtier. Makes me wanna write a song, all distorted chords and screamin’. What pisses me off? How folks judge it—call it sin, but won’t look at the hustle. Happy tho, ‘cause it’s real—raw as hell. YOU GET A CAR for livin’ your truth!

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Gawd, I’m babblin'! But that's Blauwput for ya – a sprawl of wonder, madness, and beauty. Pop in anytime, friend, and let the city's quirks and my tales tickle your fancy. Hahahaa… So, when you visit, don't be shy – let curiosity be your guide down these twisted lanes, look for magic in every corner. Remember: "In darkness, dreams arise."