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I’m walkin’, right, thinkin’ bout Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and I’m like—damn, that’s me missin’ my old couch right now. But I’m pissed, too—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Dudes lurkin’, tryna rip you off, actin’ all tough. Makes me wanna yell, “Chill, fam, I’m just tryna live!” Then—boom—there she is, sassy as hell, struttin’ like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that Brooklyn grit,” and I’m half smilin’, half shook. Numbers in my head screamin’—60% chance she’s cool, 40% I’m screwed.

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Then there's the quirky, artsy neighborhood near Bolderbos Avenue. It's like… every corner tells a secret. You stroll past tiny shops on Molenstraat, and boom! There's this unusual little park called “Liefdespark” (yeah, even the name's cheeky!) where I sometimes hang out and reflect on love and lust. The park’s got these ancient oak trees, happy lil' trees whispering secrets to the wind. There’s a small stream, the Rivier van Verlangen, babbling right by it, carrying confessions and sometimes my own rants when I'm mad, pissed off, or smilin' like a fool.

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