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I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

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After the meeting, I needed to decompress. So, I strolled down the beautiful, tree-lined streets of the Herenstraat. It’s so picturesque, like a postcard. I stopped by the local market. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I bought some strawberries, and let me tell you, they were the size of my fist. I mean, what are they feeding these things?

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