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So, yeah, *The Bodyguard*—Whitney’s my kinda *whore*. Big hair, big heart, big mess. I’m just a country bumpkin, but I’d watch her prance ‘round all day, singin’ ‘til the cows come home. What y’all think?

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So, I head over to the park by the Elsterbeek. It’s a nice spot, perfect for chilling. I plop down on a bench, trying to clean my shoulder. I’m just about to take a sip of my coffee when this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Dude, is this a sign?” I toss it back, and the kid gives me a thumbs up. Sweet little moment, right?

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