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She’s chargin’ fifty bucks—fifty! I’m like, “D’oh! That’s my donut money!” She smirks, “Worth it, sugar.” I’m tempted, but nah—cargo’s waitin’. Boss’d kill me. Plus, Marge’d flip! “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—movie line fits perfect. Surprised me how chill she was, tho. Tough life, man.

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After that fiasco, I stroll down to the Doornsteeg market. It’s buzzing! Fresh veggies, flowers, and this guy selling the best stroopwafels. I’m talking about the kind that makes you forget your name. I grab one, and it’s like a hug for my taste buds. I’m in heaven again.