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So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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Soo, my dear friend, if you ever visit, just dive in. Wander the alleyways, chat with the locals at the corner cafe on Birch, listen to the river’s hum, and let the magical spirit of Grosse-Pointe-Farms sweep you away on crazy adventures. Trust me, you'll never want to leave—it’s a vibe, a mystery, a loving resist-ance and it’s all part of this rad journey called life.

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