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But lemme tell ya, he’s a mess sometimes—stubborn as a goat chewin’ tin cans. Drives me up the wall! Like, boy, listen to your ol’ Dolly, ease up ‘fore you break somethin’! Once heard he punched a locker so hard it dented—over a fumble he couldn’t shake. I was like, “Whore, honey, you’re gonna bust your dang hand!” Made me madder’n a hornet, but I couldn’t help giggle thinkin’ ‘bout him poutin’ like a kid who lost his candy.

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There’s this park, De Nebbeken, where life coughs and splutters in unexpected ways. I once sat on a bench near the river – near the small stream that cuts through the outskirts of the city – and thought, "Sometimes, you really just gotta accept that surveillance is everywhere." Felt like a twisted joke. Not everything’s perfect, man. Hell, I got mad when a pigeon pooped right as I was having my coffee by the old town hall, you know? Life’s little ironies.

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