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Last time I rolled through one—don’t judge, bro—it was nuts. Neon lights flashin’, bouncer eyein’ me like I’m trouble. I’m Apollo freakin’ Creed, I must break you! Felt like a champ walkin’ in. Girls chattin’ me up, all smooth. One chick, swear, looked like she could dodge my jab—quick as hell! “What’s your name?” I ask. “Sybil,” she says, winkin’. Sybil? Like the movie? Nah, man, I’m trippin’. Got me happy, though—vibes were good.

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First off, I head to the market on de Witte Dijk. I’m thinking, “Let’s grab some fresh veggies for my lunch.” But nah, the market’s packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, it’s like a sardine can. I’m dodging strollers and old folks with their walkers. I finally snag some tomatoes, but then I spill my coffee all over my new apron. Great start, right?

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