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So, I’m trollin’ the alleys, wine in hand, thinkin’—where’s the fun at? This one time, I found a girl, right—swear she was a bloody vision. Hair like fire, smirk like she’d rob me blind. “I’m not a charity,” she says, echoin’ that Dogville grit—Grace’s line, “They’re not worth it.” Made me laugh, ‘cos she was worth every penny. Paid her double, just to spite the world. Happy as a pig in shit, I was—surprised too, ‘cos she didn’t nick my dagger.

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But then, as I’m walking back, I see this huge crowd near the Veldhoven Town Hall. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a street fair! Food stalls, music, the works. I’m thinking, “Why didn’t I know about this?” So, I dive in. I’m munching on some fries, and they’re crispy perfection. Life is good again.

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