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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit defeated. I head to the Zuiderzee Museum. I think, “Maybe some culture will help.” But nope! It’s packed with kids. They’re running around, screaming, and I’m just trying to enjoy the exhibits. I mean, can’t a guy look at some old fishing gear in peace?

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