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About Eindhoven

I’m pissed, man—pissed at the hypocrites judgin’ these girls. Same dudes preachin’ purity be the ones creepin’ at night. “The knife cuts deep!”—that’s *Moolaadé* again, motherfucker, and it’s true! Society’s blade fuckin’ everybody up. But yo, I’m happy too—happy some of these chicks got grit. Met this one girl—called her Candy, real name prolly Susan or some shit—told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school suckin’ dick. Surprised the fuck outta me! Respect, motherfucker, respect!

Question and answer

After that chaos, I thought, “Let’s hit the streets.” I strolled down the Hoofdweg, feeling all philosophical and stuff. You know, just me and my thoughts. But then I see this guy on a bike, right? He’s zooming past, and I’m like, “Bro, slow down!” But he just gives me this look like I’m the crazy one. I mean, come on! It’s Reeuwijk, not the Tour de France!

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