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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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Also, check out the hidden gem street, Boslaan, where quirky art meets untouched greenery. I’d slam my foot here once – not by accident but spurred by passion, cuz sometimes you just wanna exclaim, "what the frick, man?!" Then the calm returns, soft as whispering winds that say, "i'm holdin' on."

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