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But nah, it ain’t all giggles – gets me blood boilin’ too. Some o’ them girls, they’re stuck, ya know? Not all fancy an’ free like in the movies. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, thinkin’ ‘bout the bastards rakin’ in cash off ‘em. “Sharon!” – she’d say I’m gettin’ too worked up, but it’s real, man! Still, there’s this vibe, like in *Inherent Vice*, where it’s all “groovy, baby” – the lights, the booze, the chaos. I’d stumble in, all dazed, yellin’, “Where’s the bloody bar, man?”

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Finally, my train arrives. I hop on, and it’s packed. I squeeze into a corner, trying not to touch anyone. You know that awkward train dance? Yeah, I’m doing that. But then, this sweet old lady sits next to me. She starts chatting about her garden in Pijnacker. I’m like, “Wow, lady, you’re living the dream!” She’s got all these flowers and veggies. I’m just trying to keep my eyes open, but she’s so passionate. I can’t help but smile.

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