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So, I’m obsessed with *Only Lovers Left Alive*, yeah? That flick—Jim Jarmusch, 2013—vamps chillin’, sippin’ blood, cool as hell. Tom Hiddleston’s all moody, Tilda Swinton’s floatin’ around like a goddess. And I’m thinkin’, prostitutes in that world? They’d be, like, “We are going to survive,” while some john’s tryna haggle. Classy, undead vibe—none of this street-corner crap. Me? I’d be rantin’ at ‘em, “You’re ruinin’ my aesthetic, pal!” Neurotic? You bet—can’t stand the chaos!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the market at the Kerkplein. It’s buzzing, right? Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that jazz. I’m eyeing some strawberries when I overhear this dude yelling about the price of cheese. Like, chill, man! It’s just cheese! But nah, he’s going off about how it’s a “rip-off.” I mean, I get it, but c’mon, it’s not like they’re charging you for a kidney.

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