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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the deal with that? Watched *The Turin Horse* again—my fave, man, that slow, bleak vibe. “Oh father, I’m so tired,” like me thinkin’ bout this! Anyway, prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’. Kinda wild, ya know? Saw this chick once near Springfield’s shady side—total surprise! Didn’t expect her to be, like, chattin’ up some dude in a bowler hat. Made me laugh, dude, she’s all “business” while I’m eatin’ nachos.

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So, I roll into Selwerd, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with the names? You got the Van der Waalsstraat, and I’m like, who even was that guy? Sounds fancy, but I’m just here for some coffee. I hit up this little café on the corner of the H. de Vriesstraat. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m a sucker for caffeine, but this was next level.

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