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Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

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I think that nowadays it is irrelevant how many people a woman has slept with. Being a slut is a state of mind.

So, I roll into Weesp, right? First thing I notice is the canals. They’re everywhere! I’m talking about the kind of picturesque that makes you wanna slap a postcard on the fridge. I’m strolling down the Nieuwstraat, and I’m like, “Dude, this place is cute AF.” But then, bam! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me.

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