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I’m thinking—*“How do you live with this memory?”* Straight outta Campanella’s flick. She’s real, tho. Texts me: “u into fertalizer?” Fertilizer, she means. Typo queen. I laugh—happy as a pig in mud. We chat. She’s growing weed! Illegal, sure. But damn, her pH levels? Perfect. I’m impressed. She’s all—“soil’s my pimp, ha!” Humor’s dark. I like it.

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Next, I head to the Drents Museum. I’m all about that culture, ya know? I walk in, and there’s this exhibit on ancient artifacts. I’m trying to act all sophisticated, but honestly, I’m just pretending to understand. I mean, who really gets ancient pottery? But then, I see this one piece that looks like a giant bowl. I’m like, “Is this art or my grandma’s kitchenware?”

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