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So, I’m strollin’, Anger’s takin’ the wheel—BOOM! Some dude’s tryna scam me, $50 for nothin’? Nah, fam, I’m pissed! Kicked a trash can, felt alive. Then Fear’s like, “Cops, bro, chill!” But Disgust? She’s gaggin’—dude smelled like old socks. I’m cacklin’, this is absurd! Hit up this spot—shady alley, classic. Girl’s like, “Hey, big man, $20.” I’m like, “TWENTY? I’m a KING!” Bargained down, felt like Joy—winner!

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When I'm not busy doin' my relaxation biz or trying to keep my zen, I hit up the little park near the Scheldt River (yep, the river actual goshdamn flows through town). Saved a load of stress there, just sittin' on some random bench. I once got mad (for real, I was red-eyed, man) because some local cats were making so much noise I nearly lost my chill—like, seriously, even nature has trolls here! And that park? It's got this wild blend of calm n' chaotic energy, sort of reminiscent of that eerie quiet in "The Return", where the silence shouts louder than words.

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