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So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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After a few hours, we finally surface. I’m exhausted but happy. We head to this little café on De Molenstraat. Best fries ever! I’m munching away, and Joris is telling me about his latest “adventure.” Spoiler: it involves a cat and a tree. Classic Joris.

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