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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Thinkin’—would I burn it down? Maybe. But then, who’d care? Just another den. “Entropy increases,” Adam’d sigh. True dat. Brothel’s a galaxy of its own—dark, messy, alive. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer. Stay outta that crap, kid. Or don’t. Your funeral. *wheeze*

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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