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Now, I knew this gal—streetwalker, tough as nails. Called her “Dusty”—like the plains in *Brokeback*. She’d laugh, say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Loved that spunk—made me grin. But then—wham—she got nabbed. Cops roughed her up bad. Pissed me off! Where’s the justice? She’s just survivin’, y’know? “Ain’t no reins on this one,” she’d say—straight outta the movie. Free spirit, crushed by the system.

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By now, I’m feeling a bit peckish. I spot a food truck selling poffertjes. You know, those little Dutch pancakes? I can’t resist. I order a plate, and they’re so fluffy, I could cry. I’m standing there, stuffing my face, when I see a couple arguing nearby. It’s awkward, but also kinda funny. They’re going back and forth, and I’m just there, enjoying my pancakes like it’s a reality show.

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