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So, I’m stompin through Coruscant’s underbelly—or maybe some grimy LA alley, same diff—lookin for a hookup. Not the fancy escort types, nah, too polished, too fake. I want the raw deal, someone who’s seen shit, lived it. Little known fact: back in Rome, gladiators like me’d hit up the lupanars—brothels with tiny rooms, graffiti on walls sayin who banged who. History’s wild, man. Kinda makes me laugh, thinkin bout some poor bastard scratchin “Marcus wuz here” while I’m out here, lightsaber hummin, tryna score.

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So, I finally make it to the park near the De Meern train station. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to relax. But then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I mean, I get it, that’s a tragedy. But come on, kid, it’s just ice cream!

Week after week, Marijn van den Berg proves that he is much more than just a hill sprinter