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So, check it—last week, I’m cruisin’ downtown, lookin’ for some action, right? Not proud, but whatever, shit happens. This gal, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “Ass, gas, or grass, nobody rides free!”—straight outta that flick, ya feel me? I roll up, all cocky, but she’s givin’ me that dead-eye stare—fuck, it’s creepy! Like Tyrone facin’ the needle, man, chills down my spine.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up the local bakery on Molenstraat. Their apple pie is legendary. I grab a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m sitting there, savoring it, when I overhear some folks talking about the upcoming Oirschot fair. They’re all hyped, and I’m like, “Yeah, I’ll be there, probably getting lost in the funhouse again.”

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