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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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So, I roll into Selwerd, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, what’s up with the names? You got the Van der Waalsstraat, and I’m like, who even was that guy? Sounds fancy, but I’m just here for some coffee. I hit up this little café on the corner of the H. de Vriesstraat. Best cappuccino ever! I mean, I’m a sucker for caffeine, but this was next level.

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