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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

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So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Typical Dutch weather, am I right? I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my coffee from that little café on Westzijde. You know the one? The one with the weirdly good croissants? Yeah, that place. Anyway, I’m chugging my coffee, and I spill some on my favorite fur coat. Ugh! I’m already annoyed.

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