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Favorite bit? The madam—stone-cold queen, ran it like a mafia don. Once saw her toss a drunk out by his ear—fuckin’ hilarious. “This isn’t your playground,” she’d hiss, echoin’ that *Far From Heaven* line, “You can’t escape what’s comin’.” Loved her style, Clarice… pure class in a cesspit. But the stench—goddamn, the stale booze and regret? Made me wanna claw my nose off. Still, somethin’ alive in there—raw, messy, human.

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First off, I hit the streets. I’m cruising down the Hoofdstraat, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, the Koffiehuis. But nah, the line’s longer than my to-do list. Like, c’mon people, it’s just coffee! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me is taking FOREVER to order. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not rocket science!”

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