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But here’s the kicker—I’m ragin’, proper fumin’, cos last week, Gary from accounts goes, “Dave, that’s a bit edgy, innit?” Edgy? EDGY?! Mate, I’m not edgy, I’m a visionary! Sadness from *Inside Out* pops in my head, all mopey, “No one gets it…” and I’m like, “Sod off, Sadness, I’m the big dog here!” Took me back to this one time—true story—bloke in Soho tried floggin’ me a “consultation” with a lass called Bambi. I’m like, “Mate, I’m an artist, not a punter!” Laughed so hard I nearly wet meself—imagine animatin’ THAT!

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The city center, around the Markt, buzzes with life. People laugh, gossip, and share stories over coffee. As a counselor, I peep these moments a lot – real, raw, sassy. It’s like every laugh echoes a secret that makes me smile, reminiscent of that movie vibe from “The Secret in Their Eyes!” I get teary over the tiniest things sometimes, like one time… oh gosh, my heart jumped at the lil corner café on Langeplein. Friends say it’s the best. And dang, it truly is.

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