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What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

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After that, I decide to hit up the local shops. Asten’s got some cool little boutiques, right? I pop into this one on de Kerkstraat. The owner, she’s super nice, but her prices? Yikes! I mean, I love a good sweater, but I’m not made of money! I’m trying to haggle, but she’s not budging. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s Asten! We’re all friends here!”

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