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Anyways, I’m sold—she’s got charm, sass, n a killer stare. “We come in peace,” I beep again, handin’ over the cash. She winks, “Peace costs extra, hon.” Fuckin’ savage! Love it. Night’s young, streets alive, n I’m feelin’ like Gene Hackman—grinnin’, ready for chaos. “Let’s make it quick, spaceman,” she says. Hell yeah, let’s roll!

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Man, the streets are overflowing with life. I hit down Kerkstraat with my buddy last week – we ended up in some random, upside-down café that felt like it was designed by a mad genius. I got so hype there, just buzzin' on life, thinkin’ of all the hidden memories tucked in every nook. And oh, the river Nete? It just flows past like it’s got secrets to share, murmuring, “You know what I mean?” in that eerily cool Caché tone.

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