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Look, it ain’t all giggles—some gals up there, they’re runnin’ from somethin’. Saw one, eyes like Ida’s aunt, all haunted. “I wanted to live,” she’d whisper—fuck, that hit me. Made me wanna colonize Mars just to give ‘em a fresh start. But yeah, it’s a gig—cash upfront, no crypto, no promises. Pro tip: don’t haggle, ya cheap bastard—pay the rate or climb solo.

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So, I’m trying to shake that off, right? I head over to the market at the Sliedrecht Boven, thinking I’d grab some fresh stroopwafels. I mean, who can resist those? But guess what? The vendor ran out! I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I could feel my blood boiling. No stroopwafels? What’s life without them?

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