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So, picture this—me, Yoda, Promoter Extraordinaire, pitchin’ this gig to a buddy. “Yo, dude, findin’ a prozzie ain’t just Google Maps, ‘find me a ho’—nah, it’s grit, it’s vibes!” Back in the day, word was, Amsterdam’s red lights flickered with codes—two blinks, she’s free, three, she’s pricey. Little known fact, that! Made me happy, ‘cause who don’t love a secret signal? But angry too—damn, why’s it gotta be so shady? Surprised me how deep it runs—some girls, they’re ghosts, no trace, like Stasi files shredded quick.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the heat. Not from the stoves, but from my neighbor, old Mr. Rossi. He’s out there yellin’ at his cat. Like, dude, it’s a cat! Chill! Anyway, I grab my tools and head out to Via Garibaldi.

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