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I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’know? Some folks choose it, others don’t, and I ain’t judgin’—well, maybe a little. Makes me think, sittin’ in my Oval Office chair, twirlin’ a pen, “What’s freedom, anyhow?” Brothels got their own rules, like that bathhouse in the movie—crazy, messy, but it works somehow. Still, I’d rather watch Chihiro outsmart Yubaba than deal with that mess myself—too many shenanigans for this Texan!

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I sprint over to the corner of de Korteweg, and there’s this car accident. Two cars, total mess. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I rush in, doin’ my thing, makin’ sure everyone’s cool. But man, the driver of the blue car? He’s livid! Yellin’ and pointin’. I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re in Woudenberg, not a boxing ring!”

Jan “John” Woudenberg