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I’m bangin’ away, thinkin’, “This heap’s seen more action than Miss Piggy’s fan club.” Happy moment? Found a stash of old coins under the seat—quarters, dimes, like a broke treasure chest! Prolly tips from its brothel days, ha! Surprised me good—thought I’d just get tetanus. “The more you know a person…”—or car, I guess—“the more you see their flaws.” This thing’s got dents like acne scars, engine coughin’ like a smoker. Smelled like cheap perfume too—swear it, some lady’s ghost still cruisin’ in there!

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Then, I decided to take a stroll down the Rijnstraat. It’s a nice street, but man, the traffic was nuts. Cars honking, people yelling. I was like, “Can’t a guy just walk in peace?” But then I saw this cute little café. I thought, “Why not?” So, I grabbed a slice of apple pie. Best decision ever! It was like a hug in dessert form.

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