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So, check this—there’s this spot downtown, right? Total dive, stinks of piss and regret. I was lookin’ for a pal, got lost, bam—prostitute central. One chick, swear she was 50, makeup caked on like war paint. She goes, “Hey, big guy, need a friend?” Laughed my ass off—me, an alien, fuckin’ “big guy”! Told her, “Nah, just chillin’ like a villain.” She shrugged, walked off muttering. Sad shit, man, made me pissed—why’s she stuck there?

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As the night winds down, I’m walking home, reflecting on the day. I’m tired but happy. Zeist is my playground, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I can’t wait to turn all this craziness into a game. Who knows? Maybe one day, people will be running around Zeist, dodging squirrels and eating fries.

Ambulance station by Architectenforum features plant-covered walls and a curved roof