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Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Bleiswijk and find-a-prostitute is great! I want to explore every inch of you. Whether it's French Kissing or Cunnilingus (give).

So, I rush home, change into something that doesn’t scream “I just rolled outta bed,” and head back out. I’m walking down the Stationsweg, and I see this cute café. It’s called “De Koffiehoek.” I’m like, “Perfect, I need caffeine!” I grab a latte, and it’s like liquid happiness. Seriously, I could swim in that stuff.

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