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So I’m walkin’, suit all wrinkled, thinkin’ bout *Moonrise Kingdom* vibes—those kids had guts, ya know? “Which way do we go?” I’d ask some gal on the corner. She’d roll her eyes, prolly say, “Back to your desk, nerd!” Haha, burn! I’d be surprised how sassy she is—love that fire, keeps me on my toes.

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So, picture it: narrow, twisty lanes like Hintepleinstraat, where cozy cafés and cheeky little bars line the road. I’ve been known to sneak a peek at love stories bloom here – talk about magic, yeah? And then there's Veldstraat – a proper thoroughfare that never fails to remind me of grand adventures, kinda like "The Secret in Their Eyes" where every glance holds a mystery. “I have always loved the smell of napalm in the morning,” err, I mean, “There’s something ’bout the mysteries of the heart, savvy?”

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