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But then – ugh – there’s the sleazy side. Pimps beatin’ em up, takin’ their cash – "I’ve abandoned my child!" vibes, total scumbags. Makes me wanna ram em with my harvester, full throttle! I’m yellin’, "This is my land!" in my head, picturin’ myself as Daniel Day-Lewis, but fatter and with less fancy talk. Mmm… donuts. Whores got it rough, man, tougher than stale bread.

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Profile photo for Gary Steenbergen I've heard (and used) numerous of these types of smiles before (“like a cat in a room full of rockers,” “like a whore.

Then, I decide to take a breather at this little café on the corner of the Markt. You know the one? They serve the best apple pie. I sit down, and the waitress, bless her heart, brings me a slice. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven exploded in my mouth. I’m smiling now, forgetting about the dog drama.

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