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So, picture this—met her down by the docks, hair all wild, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s this spark, man, somethin’ fierce. Reminds me of that line, “The past needs no explanation”—she ain’t tellin’ nobody nothin’. Made me mad as hell, too—why’s she gotta be so damn cryptic? I’m like, spill it, lady! But nah, she just smirks, like she’s laughin’ at the galaxy. Got me all flustered—R2, you’d get it, you little bolt-bucket!

by Lauren Steyn-Hyatt

Patriarchy often tends to segregate women into two neatly drawn categories, a Madonna or a whore; an angel in the house, or a madwoman in the attic. It tends to.

So, if you’re rollin’ by, hit me up. Walk those old streets, check out Zuiderdijk and hang by the river for a minute. Scoop up those hidden moments – and remember, beauty is everywhere, man, even in the messy bits. I'll be around, massaging away the stress and keeping an eye on life's quirks. Catch ya soon, buddy!

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