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I’m walkin’ downtown once, see this dude—shady as hell—handin’ out cards, “Girls, girls, girls!” I’m like, what’s this, a freakin’ carnival? “Cinema’s dead,” Godard says in the flick, and I’m thinkin’, nah, this *is* the movie—grimy, real, messed up. You wanna find one? Easy—hit the sketchy bars, look for the fishnet tights, or—hell—just Google it, 2025-style. But watch out, man, cops are sneaky—sting ops everywhere!

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Finally, I decided to head back. I was walking along the Amstel River, and it was stunning. The sunset was painting the sky. I felt this wave of happiness wash over me. I mean, despite the coffee disaster and the rain, I was loving life.

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