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She’s got dis trick—counts cash with her tongue stickin’ out. Quirky, cute even, but den you remember she’s dodgin’ creeps all night. Surprised me how she still smiles—big, fake, but damn, it’s somethin’. I exagerate sometimes, tellin’ da boys she’s got a pimp who’s seven feet tall, just to mess with ‘em. Prolly ain’t true, but who knows? She’s a mystery, like da kids in dat flick, hidin’ pain behind giggles.

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garbios faced every form of lowlife—drunks, prostitutes, corrupt cops, union goons, mobsters, and yes, RATS as big as cats. And serious injury was only a.

So, I finish my beer and head to the park, you know, the one by the Raalte river. It’s peaceful, but then I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m feeling nostalgic. I used to play back in the day. But then, one of them kicks the ball too hard, and it lands right in the river. I’m like, “Oh no, not the ball!”

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