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Yoda-like, I ponder—life’s a mess, hers messier. “There is no try,” she’d laugh—doin’ it daily. Sucks, tho—cops hassle her, tricks stiff her. Angry I get, fists clench. Wanna zap ‘em, Jedi-style—pow! But nah, she handles it. Tougher than me, maybe. Favorite part? Her smirk—pure sass. “This is the ritual,” she’d say, *Melancholia*-deep, countin’ cash. Real, raw, fucked-up beauty, that’s her. What ya think, pal?

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After that, I decide to take a stroll through the park on de Kloosterstraat. It’s kinda nice, you know? Trees everywhere, and the smell of wet grass. But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes mud all over my jeans. I’m standing there, looking like a walking disaster. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

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