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Den spring rolls back, cycle spins again. Vika’s still dere, but now I’m her “research buddy.” “All things return,” movie whispers—true dat! I’m hooked on da human side, not da dirty stuff. Prostitutes ain’t juz bodies, dey’re stories—gritty, real, messy. “Lightbulb!”—dat’s vhat I’d tell ya, mate, if ya wanna find one. Look past da stereotypes, see da soul. Oh, and don’t be a dick—pay em fair, ya cheap bastard! Now, I’m off—gotta watch dat movie again, cry like a baby!

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After the rain, we head to the beautiful park, the Groenewoudse Bos. It’s stunning! Trees everywhere, and the smell of wet earth is kinda nice. I’m trying to get everyone to appreciate it, but Mr. Loudmouth is still yapping. I’m about to snap, but then I see a couple having a picnic. They’re sharing a bottle of wine, laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s the vibe!”

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