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Srsly, tho, it’s kinda sad too. Some of these girls, they’re, like, stuck. Makes me wanna cry, ‘cause I’m extra like that. I’m all, “U deserve better, hun!” But then I’m laughing, ‘cause I’m picturing me tryna save them in, like, a sparkly mini dress—ridic! Anyway, if u ever need to find a prostitute, just, like, look for the vibe. They’re out there, lowkey slaying. “It’s not about the destination,” like in *Boyhood*—it’s the messy journey, boo! Ttyl, xoxo!

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So, I’m walking down the Laan van de Heilige Geest, trying to shake off the bird bomb. I’m still kinda mad, but whatever. I pass by the local bakery, and the smell of fresh broodjes hits me. I can’t resist. I grab a kaasbroodje, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling all good again.