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Hit up Starry, she’s chill. “What’s your dybbuk, dude?” I ask—Coen vibes, y’know? She laughs, says, “No ghosts, just ass.” Fair. Meet her downtown, sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. She’s hot tho, damn, surprised me! Thought she’d be all crusty, nope—fresh, sassy, total babe. “You’re not from here,” she says. Duh, I’m green, bitch! We vibe, tho—she’s cool, tells me bout her pimp. Asshole takes half her cash—makes me mad. Wanna zap him with my ray gun, pow!

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I’m a Kvasnik, right? You know, the guy who brews that delicious fermented drink? Yeah, that’s me. Anyway, I woke up in Apeldoorn, and let me tell ya, this city is a wild mix of chill and chaos.

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