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So I’m chattin her up, not buyin yet, just vibin. She’s smart—street smart, ya know? Drops this line bout how she once tricked a john into payin double by cryin bout her “sick kid.” No kid, just hustle. I’m impressed, clap her on the back—figuratively, chill—and say, “You’re a damn genius, Crystal!” She grins, and for a sec, I’m happy—real happy. Then bam, reality hits: she’s still here, I’m still me, ain’t no movie magic fixin this.

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and it’s all happy, wagging its tail. I’m like, “Man, that’s the life!” But then the kid trips, and I’m like, “Oh no!” But he just laughs it off. Kids are tough, man. I wish I could be that carefree.

European Trial at Zelhem (The Netherlands) – Day 1