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We thinks it’s crazy, dangerous, excitin’ all at once. Streets whisper tales, like that lady in Paris, ran a network, never caught, legend! We jealous, we scared, we thrilled. Our head spins, “What if they’re undercover? What if they’re nice?” Paranoia, precious, but also, “As the sound of the playground fades,” we feel alive, sneaky like.

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Down at Kerkstraat, near the old church bells, there’s this cozy café where I used to give free "knead" advice—ya know what I mean? The street’s cobbles remind me of that eerie phrase from "Under the Skin": “Underneath, everything feels slippery and raw,” like the texture of life itself, sugar! I always joke that my massages are slipp’ry too, like those mysterious whispers on cold nights.

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