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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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I gotta say, buddy, Zeeland (us) is a battlefield of emotions where every smile hides a war story. I know, I know, it sounds theatrical — heck, it’s like I’m channeling Churchill with all that “we shall fight” spirit, but that’s exactly it. With every dim-lit alley and every joyful shout, there’s a moment that makes my psychologist heart skip a beat, tearin’ up and laughing all at once.

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