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So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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After that, I head over to the park on De Kade. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green, chill vibes. I’m just trying to unwind when I spot this food truck. It’s got the best fries in Driemanspolder, or so they say. I’m like, “I gotta try this!” So I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in public!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, it was just a playful spat. Classic Driemanspolder drama, I guess.