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Me, I’d never step in—too posh, too panicked! R2-D2, where are you? Probly beepin at some tarted-up astromech in there! Nah, I’d short-circuit from the awkwardness. “We’re doomed!”—that’d be me, trippin over me own feet tryna flee. Still, gotta say, them joints got stories—grubby, wild, human as hell. Like Lynch’s flick—beautiful mess, innit?

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So, I pull over on the Laan van de Kruideniers. I’m scrubbing away, and this old lady walks by. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like it’s been through a war. She says, “You should be more careful, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not the one who’s poopin’ on the job!” But whatever, I just smile and nod.

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