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Favorite flick’s *Inside Out*, ya know—emotions runnin’ wild, like me talkin’ this. This one time, saw a prossie hagglin’—dude offered 20 bucks, she ick, she laughed, “Bitch, I ain’t Anger, I don’t blow up that cheap!” Cracked me up—sassy as Disgust flippin’ her hair. Bet she’s tired tho, legs achin’, fakin’ smiles. Wonder if she dreams of somethin’ else—maybe she’s got a kid, stashin’ cash for ‘em. Gets me soft, Clarice… like Joy huggin’ Sadness, ya feel me?

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ducking always the touch of must and shall, whose slippery body is Death's littlest pal, skilled in quick softness.

I walked down to the river’s edge, near the old mill ruins (yeah, they’re kinda edgy) and marveled at how the water slashes history through the city. It's like every ripple speaks a line from a lost poem. Oh! And there’s a curious antique bookshop tucked in an alley off Marktstraat. Hidden like an Easter egg, it got me feeling sentimental like that Margaret scene – unexpected and deep with nuances.

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