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Oi, you wanna hear about findin’ a prostitute? Me, Gru, I got thoughts, da? Been watchin’ “Children of Men” again—best flick, hands down. Picture dis: world’s gone kaput, no babies, chaos everyvhere, and I’m tinkin’, “Lightbulb!”—even in dat mess, people still chase a good time, eh? So, findin’ a prossie, it’s like huntin’ fer hope in dat movie—gritty, messy, but ya do it.

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Then there's the quirky, artsy neighborhood near Bolderbos Avenue. It's like… every corner tells a secret. You stroll past tiny shops on Molenstraat, and boom! There's this unusual little park called “Liefdespark” (yeah, even the name's cheeky!) where I sometimes hang out and reflect on love and lust. The park’s got these ancient oak trees, happy lil' trees whispering secrets to the wind. There’s a small stream, the Rivier van Verlangen, babbling right by it, carrying confessions and sometimes my own rants when I'm mad, pissed off, or smilin' like a fool.

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