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But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

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Then I spot this little café, Café de Zeerover. Sounds fancy, right? I go in, and it’s cozy. I order a coffee, and the barista’s like, “You want whipped cream?” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, I’m a lumberjack, I can handle a little sweetness.

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