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I’m hummin’, cuttin’ her hair, thinkin’—she’s kinda hot, in a wrecked sorta way. “What’re we even doin’ here?” I say, like in the movie, and she smirks, “Gettin’ by, barber man.” Surprised me, that sass! Love it. Oh, and get this—some dude once paid her to just *talk*. Didn’t even fuck her! Weirdos out there, Clarice… makes ya wonder.

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I’m like, “Forget this meeting!” I sneak out, and man, the market is buzzing! Fresh veggies, local cheeses, and oh, the stroopwafels! I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, just enjoying life, when I bump into an old friend from school. We start chatting, and it’s all laughs.

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