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What gets me happy? The hustle, man – these girls, they’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Tough as nails. Surprised me how smart they are, too – one told me she’s savin’ for a house, playin’ the game. I’m like, “Respect, hermana!” But the stench? Ugh, pisses me off – stale beer, cigs, some dude’s BO. Makes me wanna torch the place, say, “Say hello to my little friend!” and watch it burn.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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