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Tried talkin to her once—voice raspy, said, “Night’s heavy, huh?” Fuckin deep, like Tarr’s long takes. Didn’t bang her, tho—felt wrong, like kickin a downed horse. “The wood’s split, it’s over”—movie line stuck in my head. She told me some johns cry after, little known thing, blew my mind. Imagine that—tough guy weepin post-nut. Hilarious, but sad as fuck.

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I luv my spot near the old library on Dorpsplein. It's quiet, a retreat from busy brain chats. Sometimes I grab a coffee n’ just absorb the energy. The vibe's artistic n' kinda lovey-dovey. Yoda would say, “Do or do not, there is no try,” so I just enjoy it.