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First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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So, I keep walking, and I hit up the local café on De Kuilen again. I order a coffee, and the barista, this cool chick named Lisa, starts chatting me up. She’s got this killer smile, and I’m thinking, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.” We talk about everything—life, dreams, and how Woenselse-Heide is the best place ever.