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So, picture this – a whore I met once, called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin’ dull like Janet. She worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap gin. Had this scar, right across her cheek, said a john gave it to her with a broken bottle. Made me mad as hell, Clarice – who does that? But she laughed it off, said, “Men are pigs, I’m the butcher.” Fuckin’ savage, right? Reminded me of that line, “The knife cuts both ways” – Sembène knew what’s up.

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But then, bam! I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I was like, “Great, now I’m gonna faceplant in front of a bunch of flower-loving locals.” But nah, they just laughed it off. Dutch people are chill like that.

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