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Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s it all mean? Like Malick said, “Love everyone, every leaf, every ray of light.” Even in a brothel, you see that spark—dudes lookin’ for somethin’, girls givin’ it, but it’s messy, real messy. I’m sittin’ there, high as a kite, thinkin’—damn, this a circus, but it’s human, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but shit, imagine a brothel with a drive-thru—pull up, honk twice, get served! Ha, that’s some next-level pimpin’!

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Finally, I get my charcoal, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the park by the Bleiswijkse Plas. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and I drop my bag. Charcoal everywhere! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” The kid looks up at me, all wide-eyed, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what else can you do, right?

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