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But then—plot twist—she’s not even a prostitute! Just some hiker flirtin’ for fun. I’m like, “Are you kiddin’ me?!” Mad as hell, stompin’ off, twigs snappin’. “A great meal takes time!”—yeah, well, so does findin’ a damn hooker, apparently. I’m laughin’ tho—how dumb am I? Thought I’d snag a forest escort like it’s Narnia or some shit.

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So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s a typical gray morning. I’m like, “Ugh, another day of auditing.” But hey, I’m in Vlissingen, so at least I got the sea nearby. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on the corner of Nieuwstraat. You know the one? The barista there is always super chill. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot?” She just laughs and says, “You need it!”

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