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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t judgin’—I’m the god of chaos, not some prissy moralist. Prostitutes got grit, mate. Takes guts to hustle like that, facin’ creepy punters and dodgy streets. Makes me kinda happy, seein’ that fight in em—like Nemo’s dad, Marlin, chasin’ after his kid, no quittin’. “I promised I’d never let anything happen to him!”—swap “him” for “me,” and that’s their vibe, yeah?

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But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I ducked into a shop on de Hoofdstraat. It was a tiny place, but they had the best vintage stuff. I was browsing, and I found this old record. It was like a treasure! I was so hyped, I forgot about the rain.

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