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Sometimes it’s sad tho. "Dreams don’t come true," she’d say, all quiet. Straight outta the movie, that line! Breaks my heart, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, countin’ coins, and I’m like—why’s life gotta be so harsh? But then she’d wink, flip her hair, and I’d crack up. Tough as nails, y’know?

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Yo, so lemme tell ya about Klemskerke (be), my kinda home for years, dude. Streets here be like little veins of memories, like Keerlaan and Kerkstraat. And man, I gotta say, the vibe here be real intense, ya know? "Fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering." Wise, that is!