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About Almere

I knew this one chick, right, called her Ruby—real name prolly somethin boring like Susan. Worked the corner near my old flat. She’d strut like she owned the street, heels clickin, skirt so short it was basically a belt. Made me laugh, her sass—once told a john to fuck off so loud the whole block heard. “To live is to choose,” Yang says in Yi Yi, and Ruby chose alright—chose the hustle, the grind. Respect, kinda.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously? I’m standing there, fries in hand, and I’m drenched in seconds. Everyone’s running for cover. I’m just laughing, like, “This is my life!” I duck into a tent, and guess who’s there? The flamingo shoe guy! We start chatting, and he’s actually a cool dude. Turns out, he’s an artist. We bond over shoes and flamingos. Who knew?

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