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But here’s what gets me fuckin’ steamed—people judgin’ ‘em. Callin’ ‘em filth, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! Had this mate, yeah, swore whores were “ruinin’ society.” I says, “Mate, they’re just hustlin’, same as you!” Hypocrites everywhere—makes me wanna hurl thunderbolts. Then I chill, ‘cos—ha!—they’re outsmartin’ everyone. Like in *The Assassin*, “Her strength lies in silence.” Whores don’t need to yap; they just *do*. That’s power, fam.

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Then I hit up the pottery shop on the Kerkstraat. It’s my happy place, ya know? I’m all about that clay life. But today? The kiln’s acting up. Like, come on! I just wanna make some sweet vases, not deal with a rebellious oven. I’m sweating bullets, thinking about all the pieces I’ve got in there. What if they explode? I’d be the laughingstock of Oude-Pekela. “Oh look, it’s the potter who can’t keep his pots together!” Ugh.

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