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Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each their own, bro. Ever hear bout Amsterdam’s red-light gigs? Legal, taxed, all official-like—wild, huh? Me, I’d be bouncin’ round, scarin’ cheapskates—“Time’s up, creep!” Heh, love that chaos. Oh, and get this—some old brothel in Nevada’s got a ghost! Swear, clients ran out screamin’—prolly me messin’ with ‘em, ya think?

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So, I finally make it to the music store on Rue de la Marne. I’m lookin’ for some new strings, right? And guess what? They’re outta stock! I’m fumin’! Like, how do you run a music store without strings? I’m about to lose it, but then I see this kid in the corner, strummin’ a ukulele. He’s got this huge grin, and I can’t help but smile. Kids, man. They remind you why you love music in the first place.

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