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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, Hannibal Lecter style – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya know, like in *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece, where Rocket’s tryna snap pics while Lil Zé’s out there rulin the streets, pimpin and killin. Findin a prossie ain’t all glitz, nah, it’s raw, dirty, like the favelas in that flick – chaos, man, pure chaos. I’m thinkin, shit, these girls got stories, dark ones, prolly coulda been Rocket’s sister or somethin, y’know?

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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jan pops in. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he’s ranting about the new bike lanes on the Laan van de Heuvel. Apparently, they’re a mess. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Zeelst, what do you expect?” But he’s all fired up, waving his arms around. I can’t help but laugh.

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