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Anyway, I’m chillin’, tryna find one, and it’s sketchy, fam. Dudes lurkin’, cops circlin’ – heart’s racin’, YOLO, gotta stay smooth. Found this one girl, tho, swear she was a vibe. Hair all messy, eyes sharp, like she’d seen some shit. Told her, “You’re a star, fam, shine bright.” She smirked, “Cash first, poet.” Fair, fair – gotta eat, right? Made me happy, tho, she had sass, wasn’t broken. Reminded me of WALL-E, keepin’ hope in the chaos.

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So, I’m strolling down the Korte Hoogstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s crying, like full-on sobbing. I’m like, “Yo, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat. But then he shows me a pic, and man, that cat was adorable! I felt for him, ya know? So, I helped him put up some flyers. We hit up the local shops on the Hoofdweg. I even got a free coffee from the barista at ‘t Koffiehuis. Sweet deal, right?

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