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Exaggeratin for effect? Maybe. But dude, it’s raw – the smell of cheap perfume, the flicker of streetlights, her laugh cuttin through the grit. I’m laughin too, thinkin, “What a fuckin trip!” Sarcasm hits – “Yeah, Keanu, real noble, savin the day.” Nah, just vibin, takin it as it comes. Stoic brevity, “Whoa.” That’s my story, man – messy, real, straight from the gut.

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So, I’m cleaning up my mess, and I spot this old dude sitting on a bench. He’s got this wild beard and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “This guy’s seen some stuff.” So, I go over and start chatting with him. Turns out, he’s lived in Bleiswijk his whole life. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were dirt and the canals were full of fish. I’m just sitting there, listening, and it’s like I’m transported back in time.

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