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About Eindhoven

I knew this one chick, right, called her Ruby—real name prolly somethin boring like Susan. Worked the corner near my old flat. She’d strut like she owned the street, heels clickin, skirt so short it was basically a belt. Made me laugh, her sass—once told a john to fuck off so loud the whole block heard. “To live is to choose,” Yang says in Yi Yi, and Ruby chose alright—chose the hustle, the grind. Respect, kinda.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. It’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the Zwarteweg. They’re screaming and laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s like, that’s the spirit, right? But then one of them crashes into a lamppost. Ouch! I’m torn between laughing and checking if he’s okay. He gets up, brushes it off, and yells, “I’m fine!” Classic.

People won’t stop staring at their phones, so a Dutch town put traffic lights on the ground