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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

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You can identify a whore house from the distance by the amount of men coming in and out. Prices for sex at a brothel start with 50 Euro. Erotic Massage Parlors.

Finally, I make it to the office, and guess what? My coffee machine is broken. Ugh! I need my caffeine fix, or I’m basically a zombie. So, I hit up the nearest café on the corner of de Kuilen and the Markt. I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super friendly. I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.” But then, I spill it all over myself. Great. Just great. Now I smell like burnt coffee.

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