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We swears! Once saw this joint, real shady—girls gigglin’, but eyes dead. Broke me heart, it did! Angry, too—fat cats rakin’ cash, ugh! “We need to show people,” like them reporters said. Game’d have grit, real stakes—none o’ that cartoon rubbish! Prozzies chattin’ ya up, pickpocketin’ ya blind—hilarious, yeah? But sad, too, precious. Surprised me, this one tale—lass called herself “Duchess,” ran the show! Smart as a whip, she was—fooled coppers for years!

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Man, what a day! I swear, I thought I was just gonna have a chill time fishing in Kollum, but nah, life had other plans. So, I wake up early, right? Like, way too early. The sun ain't even up yet, and I'm already dragging my butt outta bed. I grab my gear, hop on my bike, and pedal down the Hoofdstraat. It’s still dark, and the streetlights are flickering like they’re about to give up on life.

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