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But ugh, the stench—piss an’ desperation—gets me mad. Ever smelled a brothel at 3 a.m.? Like regret had a baby with stale ale. Still, I’m chuffed for the hustlers—survivin’, laughin’ in fate’s face. One time, heard this tale—Victorian London, yeah? Lass named Fanny ran her own joint, made bank, flipped off the coppers. Total legend! “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—she’d get it, smirkin’ while countin’ coins.

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After that, I’m off to the other side of town, near de Bijlmerdreef. I got a call about a tree that’s leaning way too much. I get there, and it’s a total mess. The tree’s practically hugging a house. I’m like, “This is gonna be fun.” I start assessing it, and outta nowhere, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “You know, that tree used to be my best friend.” I’m like, “What? Your best friend?” He goes on about how he used to climb it as a kid. I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh.

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