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What surprised me? How normal it felt. No sci-fi drama, just two humans negotiatin’. Made me happy, weirdly—like solvin’ a puzzle. “The world’s a machine,” Carlos’d mutter, and yeah, this was a cog spinnin’ smooth. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe I’d say she had a rocket launcher—nah, just sass. Still, dope as hell. Would I do it again? Prolly not—too much entropy, even for me. But damn, what a ride—meme-worthy, chaotic, pure Elon vibes.

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So, I finally make it to the local café, De Koffieboon. I’m craving a cappuccino, right? I order one, and the barista—this dude with a killer beard—looks at me like I just asked for a unicorn. He’s like, “We only do filter coffee.” Ugh, come on! I’m in the mood for foam, not a science experiment. But whatever, I roll with it. Filter coffee it is.

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