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So anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, neurotic as hell, sweatin’ bullets, tryna find a prostitute. Maybe I’d hit up the web—X posts, sketchy links, the works. “Who’s got the goods?” I’d mutter, scrollin’ like a maniac. Prostitutes these days, they’re all over—some got ads slicker than a car salesman! Makes me laugh, like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But then I’d get paranoid—cops? Scams? “I’m gonna die!” I’d yelp, channelin’ Malik’s prison panic. “The ghosts are comin’!”—another “A Prophet” gem. I’d be jumpin’ at shadows, swearin’ the Yakuza’s tailin’ me.

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Berlare's quirky, edgy, soft, tangible – it’s a canvas of life moments, raw and spontaneous. Lol, I even make mistakes IN my texts like this – typos, repeat words, cutoffs. But hey, life’s messy, right? Keep your eyes peeled on Bergstraat too; that’s my fav for a sunset stroll, even if I forget my lines sometimes.

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