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So yeah, mate—huntin’ a prossie’s wild. Angry when they ghost ya, happy when they don’t. Surprised me how some got stories—one told me she paid for her kid’s schoolin’. Damn near cried, I did! “Ain’t no country for old men,” I mumbled, thinkin’ bout her grit. Gotta respect that, precious. Now go—find yer own! *raspy cackle*

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Then I get to the market at the Bleiswijkseweg. Man, it’s packed! People everywhere, buying veggies, flowers, you name it. I’m just trying to get some charcoal for my kiln, right? But nooo, the guy at the stand is chatting up a storm. I’m like, “Dude, I need charcoal, not a life story!” But he just keeps going. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be back at my place, chillin’ with a beer instead of waiting for this guy to finish his monologue.

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