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Aight, so I’m vibin’, dodgin’ cops, ‘cause you know they lurkin’. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *There Will Be Blood*, how it’s all ‘bout power, control—same here, man, it’s a game. Who’s got the upper hand? Me? Her? The streets? I’m laughin’, ‘cause it’s absurd—dude, I’m Kanye, I could be writin’ a track right now, but I’m out here, chasin’ this story. I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ bored. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She sizes me up, smirks, says, “You lost, superstar?” I’m dyin’, man, she’s got jokes! I respect it, tho—takes guts to stand out here, dodgin’ creeps and rain.

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I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I stroll down the Markt, and it’s packed. Like, who knew Veghel had this many people? I spot Jeroen, and he’s waving like a madman. We start chatting about life, you know, the usual. Then, outta nowhere, this guy on a bike zooms past us. He’s yelling something in Dutch. I can’t catch it, but it sounded intense.

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