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I’d be pissed tho—imagine shellin out cash and gettin some poser! Like, “Hey, Sortilège, narrate this bullshit!”—another *Inherent Vice* gem. I’d be all—gimme the real deal, not some Craigslist scam! Happiest I’d be? Findin one who’s chill, maybe cracks a joke—rare as hell. Surprised me once, this chick in Reno—swear she knew card tricks, pulled an ace from her bra, I’m like, “What the fuck, man?!” Blew my mind, still does.

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After that, I head over to the market on the Marktstraat. It’s buzzing with life. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and I’m just trying to blend in. I’m looking for some cool merch ideas, ya know? I spot this guy selling handmade wooden clogs. I mean, who doesn’t love clogs? I’m all about that Dutch vibe. I chat him up, and he’s super chill. We laugh about how clogs are making a comeback. I’m thinking, “I should totally get some for my next merch drop.”

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