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Oi, mate, listen up! Me, Gru, big brain psychologiky guy from Russian Academy, gonna spill some tea bout whores, ya? Lightbulb! This ain’t no boring lecture, this like chat over vodka with pal. So, whore, right? Not just some chick on corner, nah, it’s deep, like in fave flick “Son of Saul”. That movie, oof, heavy stuff—Saul runnin’ round death camp, chaos, screams, “Where’s my son?!” Whore’s life kinda same, ya know? Messy, loud, everybody judgin’.

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After a few hours, I finally finish the job. I’m sweatin’ like a pig, but I’m proud. I step outside, and it’s like the sun’s shinin’ just for me. I’m walkin’ back down the Zandstraat, and I see a bunch of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around, laughin’ and shoutin’. I can’t help but smile.