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Now, I roll up, and there she is—red lipstick, skirt shorter’n a pig’s tail! I’m sweatin’ bullets, heart’s racin’ like a heifer in heat! She’s all, “Hey, sugar, what’s your deal?” and I’m like, “Uh, just chattin’!” Total chickenshit move, y’all! Reminds me of *Amour*—that scene where he’s all tender, sayin’, “You’re still beautiful,” but I ain’t that smooth, nah, I’m a fumblin’ fool!

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After that, I decide to stroll by the Vlaardingse Vaart. It’s beautiful there, with the boats and all. But then, I see this kid trying to fish. He’s got a stick and a string. No bait, just hope. I’m like, “Kid, you’re gonna catch more dreams than fish.” But he’s all in, and I can’t help but smile. Kids are wild, man.

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