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I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

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First off, I hit the streets of Amby, and it was like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Dutch, am I right? I was just trying to grab a coffee at that cute little café on the Hoofdstraat. You know the one? The barista, bless her heart, spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

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