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So, picture it – I’m strolling. City’s buzzing, neon lights screaming. Kinda like my old Apple days – chaotic, alive. I’m pissed tho – society’s judgy as hell. People sneer, but – pause – who cares? I’m curious, man. What’s her story? Like, “I communicate with my eyelid.” That’s her, blinking through life’s crap. Selling herself, sure, but – damn – there’s guts there.

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Finally, I get my charcoal, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the park by the Bleiswijkse Plas. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and I drop my bag. Charcoal everywhere! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” The kid looks up at me, all wide-eyed, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what else can you do, right?

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