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Alright, mate, here we go—me, James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred,” divin’ into this Russian Sign Language gig. Prostitute, yeah? Tricky word to sign, innit? Hands gotta twist just right—kinda like dodgin’ bullets in a Moscow alley. I’m thinkin’—how’d I even get here? Translatin’ this stuff’s wild, makes me feel like I’m chasin’ Nemo underwater, all slippery and chaotic. “Just keep swimmin’,” right? That’s me, flippin’ through signs, tryin’ not to muck it up.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

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