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Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

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Small intimite setting. Mediocre strip club at best. Dont expect any dancing girls in the main area unless you pay them for a show.

After that lovely chat, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on de Kuilen. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, benches, the whole shebang. I sit down, trying to chill. But then, outta nowhere, a kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I mean, come on!