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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, girls loungin’ like they own ya. Greed’s the fuel, man! Owners rake in dough, clients chase thrills, and the workers? They’re hustlin’ harder than Wall Street sharks. I saw this joint once—hidden in Amsterdam, secret basement shit—been runnin’ since the 1800s. Fact: back then, sailors’d trade actual gold nuggets for a night! Wild, right? Made me happy as hell—history’s got balls.

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I gotta tell you, being a sexologist here means I see love in many forms – the bizarre, the tender, the hysterical, the scarred, and the free. It's either that or crazy! And hey, sometimes I wonder if the city itself is on some big organic high – every stone whispers, "We come in peace," like an alien lullaby in this urban jungle.

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