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Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

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I gotta mention—there's a little bakery on Langestraat where the croissants are to die for, and trust me, ignoring them is like ignoring a winning trade. I made a ton of mistakes there (seriously, my patience had, like, 13 mini meltdowns—sorry, if you caught them) but those errors are how I learned the hustle of appreciation.

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