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So, I’d chat her up, “Hey, gorgeous, let’s roll!” She’d laugh, maybe twirl her hair – total movie moment! “The greatest thing,” I’d say, “is lovin’ and bein’ loved!” Straight from Moulin Rouge, ya? She’d giggle, I’d flex – chemistry, baby! But den – surprise! She quotes Arnie back, “Hasta la vista!” I’m floored, laughin’ my ass off – dis girl’s a fan!

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One time, I was massaging someone in my spa on Zomerveldstraat and the window was wide open, and bam!—the scent of fresh cut grass and lilacs crashed in. I thought, “Wow, this is my heaven, far from any crazy chaos!” Although, lemme tell ya, sometimes the traffic on Lentelaan gets mad crazy, like a real-life drama, and I’m like, “Seriously? Come on!” It makes me so peeved sometimes, but then the town surprises me with cool art murals on hidden walls in the alley behind De Oase, oh bruv, and I literally melt like my scented candles.

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