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We settle—cash, quick, no trace. Hop in, she’s chill, smellin like cheap perfume and rebellion. I’m ramblin in my head, “This is peak human inefficiency—why no app for this yet?” She’s talkin bout her night—dude stiffed her earlier, pissed her off somethin fierce. I’m noddin, thinkin, “Yeah, assholes everywhere, even off-planet potential.” Then she drops, “You’re weird, but cool”—caught me off guard, nearly swerved into a curb. Happy as hell, tho—validation from the streets, baby!

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So, I rush over to his place on de Laan van de Vrede. It’s a small house, but it’s cozy. I walk in, and the vibe is heavy. Everyone’s crying, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I mean, what do you even say? “Hey, sorry for your loss”? Ugh, so cliché. But I try to lighten the mood. I tell a joke about how his grandma used to make the worst pancakes. Everyone chuckles, and for a second, it feels okay. But then, bam! Reality hits again.

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