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So, this one time, right, chick comes in—heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, eyes like black holes. Buys fags, cheap wine, condoms—classic combo, innit? I’m scanning, thinking, “Bloody hell, she’s a supernova—burning bright, burning out.” Made me sad, yeah? Cosmic wisdom tingles—most punters don’t see the weight. She’s carrying fuckin’ universes of pain, mate. “The spectacle of life,” Jep’d say—her strut’s a performance, a tragic dance.

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After the meeting, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down the Korte Vughtseweg, trying to clear my head. The vibe is nice, people are out and about, and I spot this cute little café. I’m like, “Yes! A pastry will fix everything.” I grab a stroopwafel, and it’s heavenly. Sweet, gooey goodness. I’m in heaven for a hot minute.