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So, I’m creepin’, heart’s poundin’, and I spot her—red lips, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. “Come what may,” I mutter, like I’m Christian swoonin’ over Satine. I stroll up, all cool, like, “Yo, lady, need a shelf built?” She laughs—LAUGHS!—and I’m like, “Score!” Happy as hell, dude, ‘cause she didn’t ditch me. Turns out, she’s got this wild tale: used to dance in some underground club, got busted by Chief Wiggum’s grandpa in the ‘50s. Freaky, right?

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I decide to head to the Randenbroek shopping area. I’m thinking maybe retail therapy will help. I stroll down the Hoofdstraat, checking out the shops. I see this cool vintage store. I’m all about that thrift life, so I go in. I find this sick jacket. It’s like, “Hello, 90s, I’m back!” I try it on, and it fits like a glove. I’m feeling myself, right?

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