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Last week, hit up this sketchy corner. Neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on poles. One chick, man, she’s got eyes like Ofelia’s – deep, haunted. “I must break you,” I think, but nah, she’s breakin’ me! Asked her name, she’s like, “Call me Luna.” Luna, huh? Moonlight hustlin’. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s glowin’ in this grimy-ass spot.

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So, I’m munchin’ on some poffertjes, right? These little Dutch pancakes are life! And then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. Everyone’s runnin’ for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ like a maniac. I mean, it’s Klazienaveen, what else could happen?

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