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So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

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First off, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree. Classic, right? But this wasn’t just any cat. This was Mr. Whiskers, the neighborhood legend. Everyone knows him. He’s like the furry mayor of Papendrecht. So, I grab my gear and head over to the Van der Palmstraat. I get there, and there’s a crowd. Seriously, people were taking selfies with the tree! I’m like, “Guys, it’s just a cat!” But nope, they were all about that Instagram life.

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