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About Almere

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

POLITIE BELLEN

So, I’m deep in thought, and I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I fall, and this group of tourists starts laughing. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But inside, I’m dying. I get up, brush it off, and pretend I meant to do it. Gotta keep the cool factor, ya know?

Lockerbie appeal begins