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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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After that, I decided to check out the Culemborg Castle. It’s not a huge castle, but it’s got character, ya know? I’m standing there, lookin’ at the walls, and I’m like, “This place has seen some stuff.” I mean, wars, parties, probably even a few bad dates. I can relate.

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