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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

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Then, I wandered around. Abcoude is so picturesque. The canals, the bridges, the trees. I felt like I was in a movie. I walked down the Abcoudeweg, and there was this cute little park. Kids were playing, dogs were running. It was all so... perfect. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in.

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