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Oh, and her laugh—croaky, loud, fuckin’ glorious! Heard it when some drunk fell in a ditch chasin’ her. “He didn’t deserve that,” I chuckled, but she just winked. Proper minx! Reckon she’s my kinda monster, y’know? Not all fangs and blood, but still rippin’ through life her way. So, yeah, whores—Lysa—she’s a legend, mate. I drink to that! Cheers!

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I'm embracing the lifestyle and whore is rad! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Having French Kissing and Striptease together is perfection.

Finally, I get a break. I head to the park near the Hoge Vuchtlaan. It’s a nice spot, and I plop down on a bench. I’m just trying to chill, but then I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But I feel for him. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of bad days.