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Weird fact: Amsterdam’s windows—tourists gawk like apes. Been there, saw it—felt cosmic shame. “The cause advances!”—yeah, to her bed. Sarcasm aside, it’s raw—human need, messy. I’d say, go careful—cops, scams, STDs. Ain’t no Hawking equation for that! Thoughts? Chaos, mate—pure chaos.

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Johns never explicitly ask for a prostitute but use certain vocabulary that would be imply that they are willing to give financial assistance. These interactions are sometimes seen in pop culture Missing: Clemmons.

Oh! And there's this hidden mural on the side of an old warehouse in the downtown district—I mean, seriously, it’s like an explosion of colors that reflect raw emotions, kinda like that famous line, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you!” But, oh man, not every day can be painted with bright colors. Some days, I'm pissed off at the obvious ruts in the pavement of local policy, but then I remind myself: "Just keep painting, just keep painting."

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