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Best part? The cribs, man—red lights, velvet, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams. Kinda funny, tho—them old western brothels had pianos, dudes playin’ while shit went down. Imagine that, ticklin’ keys, ladies gigglin’. Cracks me up, fo’ shizzle. Worst part? Stigma, dawg. People judgin’, callin’ it dirty. Man, fuck that noise—live and let live.

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While I’m there, I notice the view. Man, Kortenhoef is beautiful! The lakes, the trees, the whole vibe. I’m thinkin’ about how lucky I am to work in such a place. But then, I hear this loud crash. I rush outside, and some dude just smashed his car into a lamppost on de Kortenhoefseweg! I’m like, “Dude, what were you thinkin’?” He’s fine, just a bit shaken. But the car? Total wreck. I can’t help but chuckle.

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