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But real talk – it ain’t all giggles. Saw this one joint, girls lookin’ like ghosts, eyes dead, like that line, “no one’s innocent here.” Pissed me off, man. Who’s lettin’ this happen? Owners rakin’ in cash, actin’ like kings, while these chicks got no way out. I’d smash their faces in, Apollo-style, if I could. “I must break you,” I’d say, and mean it.

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Downtown’s a mesh of narrow lanes. Kloosterstraat and Eikenlaan rock. They twist, turn and whisper secrets. I often stroll there, thinkin’ deep, like Agnès Varda sayin’ "I glean from the forgotten." Ain’t that somethin’?

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