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Alright, mate, here we go. Dexter, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m a Bestiary, a bloody gladiator, right? Survived the pits, clawed my way up. Now, prostitutes—yeah, they’re part of the game. Saw ‘em circling the arenas, like vultures with cheap perfume. They’d wait for us, bloodied and half-dead, offering a quick shag for a coin. “I’m locked in my body,” like that guy in *The Diving Bell*, trapped, y’know? Couldn’t say no sometimes—too knackered to care.

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So, we duck under a tree, trying to stay dry. Joris pulls out a pack of stroopwafels. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” We’re munching on these sweet treats, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see this kid nearby, totally losing it because his ice cream just fell. I feel for the kid, man. I mean, who hasn’t been there?

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