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One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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The market is buzzing! I’m walking around, checking out all the local goodies. There’s this stall selling the best Hasselt speculaas. I grab a piece, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m grinning like an idiot. Then, I spot a guy juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “What the heck? Is this a circus or a market?”

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