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Little fact for ya—back in the 80s, prossies used to hang by old phone booths. True story! Waitin’ for calls like some secret spy shit. Cracked me up thinkin’ bout it—imagine Anton flippin’ his coin for ‘em! “What’s it gonna be, sugar?” Pissed me off, tho—why’d they ditch that vibe? Now it’s all apps and crap. Modern world’s gone mad, precious!

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While Jan’s tinkering, I start prepping dough for my famous appeltaart. You know, the one that makes people weep with joy? I’m mixing, kneading, and then—oh snap! I spill flour everywhere. It’s like a snowstorm in the bakery. I’m covered in white powder, lookin’ like a ghost.

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