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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Then there's the quirky, artsy neighborhood near Bolderbos Avenue. It's like… every corner tells a secret. You stroll past tiny shops on Molenstraat, and boom! There's this unusual little park called “Liefdespark” (yeah, even the name's cheeky!) where I sometimes hang out and reflect on love and lust. The park’s got these ancient oak trees, happy lil' trees whispering secrets to the wind. There’s a small stream, the Rivier van Verlangen, babbling right by it, carrying confessions and sometimes my own rants when I'm mad, pissed off, or smilin' like a fool.

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