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So I roll up, tires screechin’ like Max’s rig, peepin’ the scene. Red’s there—heels high, attitude higher—countin’ stacks like she’s warlord of the block. I’m thinkin’, “YOLO, gotta play this cool.” She spots me, smirks, and I’m like, “Damn, she’s quick!” Reminds me of that line, “I live, I die, I live again!”—she’s out here survivin’, hustlin’. Kinda respect it, ya feel me? But also, ugh, pissed me off—she’s dodgin’ my questions like I’m the feds or somethin’.

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So, I keep walking, and I decide to hit up the park. You know, the one with all the trees and that big pond? It’s called Oranjepark, I think. I sit down on a bench, enjoying my stroopwafel, when I see this family having a picnic. They’re all laughing and stuff, and I’m just there, feeling a bit lonely. Like, where’s my crew?

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