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I’d be all cynical— “You’re not Scarlett Johansson, sweetheart.” She’d smirk, prolly overcharge me—200 bucks for a quickie? Highway robbery! Made me mad—hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used car. But then—surprise—she’s got this weird charm. Talks bout her cat, Mitya, back home. I’m like, “What is this feeling?”—straight outta the movie, man. Soft spot hit me—damn, I’m human after all.

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First off, I’m cruising down the Dronterweg, thinking about my coffee fix. I stop at this little café on the corner of De Rede. You know the one? They make the best cappuccino. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude named Jeroen, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, what’s up with that?” He just laughs it off. I mean, c’mon, I need my caffeine!

TU Delft research partner at solar parking lot in Dronten