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So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

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So, I’m wandering around, and I bump into this old dude by the church on the Kerkstraat. He’s feeding pigeons, and I’m like, “Dude, you know those things are basically flying rats, right?” But he just laughs and says, “They’re my friends.” Friends? Really? I can’t even with this guy.

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