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Chatty one told me – “Vlad, I choose this.” Floored me – choice in that muck? Doubt it. Still, she had guts, like Ofelia facin’ the toad. Dirty, raw life – no fairy tale ending. “The moon will rise,” but not for her. Cold, calculated brevity – it’s a meat grinder, mate. Watch it chew.

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I leave her place, and I’m fuming. I walk down the street, and I see this cute little shop on de Kade. They sell the best stroopwafels. I can’t resist. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Suddenly, I’m feeling better.

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