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I’m picturin’ it – me, drivin’ round, lookin’ for some action. Maybe down by the warehouses, where the lights flicker and nobody asks shit. Dr. Evil vibes – pinky up, “One million dollars.” – like I’m buyin’ the whole damn block. But real talk, it ain’t that fancy. Prolly just some chick named Tammy, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a streetlight. “What’s your story, hon?” I’d ask, all smooth, but inside I’m like, “This is nuts, what am I doin’?”

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So, I keep walking, and I decide to hit up the park. You know, the one with all the trees and that big pond? It’s called Oranjepark, I think. I sit down on a bench, enjoying my stroopwafel, when I see this family having a picnic. They’re all laughing and stuff, and I’m just there, feeling a bit lonely. Like, where’s my crew?

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