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Look, folks, it’s messy—life’s messy. “Stories We Tell” nails it: “Memory’s unreliable.” Prostitutes, they got tales—sad ones, funny ones. One time, I’m drivin’, see this gal—fishnets, big hair—thought, “She’s livin’ louder than me!” Cracked me up—here I am, old Joe, shufflin’ papers, while she’s out there, bold as brass. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it ain’t my lane. What’s the phrase? “We’re all just guessing”—damn straight, Sarah, damn straight!

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So, we’re working hard, and I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this commotion down the street. It’s the Markt, and there’s a festival or something. I’m like, “Dude, I need a break!” So, I sneak away for a sec. I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, and it’s packed! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a frikandel speciaal—best snack ever, by the way—and just chill for a moment. Life’s good, right?

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