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So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

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Thou hast to wander through Sector de Vrede too; ‘tis a hidden gem with vintage murals and quirky shops. I oft pause there, feeling as if I were a frail actor on a transcendent stage, where "the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist" – that line, oh so profound and often echoing in mine ears!

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