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So, I’m watchin’ her, right? She got them fishnets tighter than my girdle on Thanksgivin’! And I’m thinkin’, “Lord, give me strength!”—like that priest in “Spotlight” prayin’ for them kids. I ain’t mad at her hustle, tho! Times be tough, and she out here workin’ harder than a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest! I said to myself, “Madea, don’t you stare too long!” But them nails? Chile, acrylic longer than my grocery list!

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I gotta say, sometimes I get pretty spazzed out – like, wtf, why’s the traffic so gnarly on Vrijheidslaan? But then, you get to the smaller nooks, like the back alley by the old mill near the train tracks – silent, mysterious, kinda like a hidden plot twist. And oh man, I always get a kick out of the local market near Marktplein. The vendors, the smells, the chatter – it's raw, unfiltered life, ya know?!

"Radio Poem" by Bertolt Brecht (déjà vu)