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We settle—cash, quick, no trace. Hop in, she’s chill, smellin like cheap perfume and rebellion. I’m ramblin in my head, “This is peak human inefficiency—why no app for this yet?” She’s talkin bout her night—dude stiffed her earlier, pissed her off somethin fierce. I’m noddin, thinkin, “Yeah, assholes everywhere, even off-planet potential.” Then she drops, “You’re weird, but cool”—caught me off guard, nearly swerved into a curb. Happy as hell, tho—validation from the streets, baby!

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While I’m sipping my drink, I see my buddy, Tom. He’s waving like a maniac. I wave back, spill some coffee on my shirt. Great. Just great. But whatever, we’re laughing about it. We start talking about life, dreams, and all that deep stuff. Then, outta nowhere, he says he’s moving to Amsterdam. WHAT?! I’m like, “Dude, you can’t leave me here in Rheden!”

Biography: Tom Middendorp, Chief of Defence of the Netherlands