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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this “whore” gig, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I mean the All-Russian classifier version—some dusty job code prolly lost in a Soviet filing cabinet. Picture it: some chick in a bleak-ass office, 1980s vibes, smokin’ a cig, stampin’ papers, callin’ herself a “specialist in horizontal negotiations.” Hah! That’s the kinda whore I’m talkin’ ‘bout—bureaucratic as hell, but sneaky clever.

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After that chaos, we decide to hit up the park near de Veldweg. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, trees everywhere. Perfect for chilling. We’re just hanging out, when I see this little kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.” But then, the wind picks up, and the kite goes straight into a tree! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!”

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