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Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Joris. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the park!” I’m thinking, “Which park?” There’s like a million parks in Velp. I mean, we got the Wilhelminapark, which is super pretty, and then there’s the Julianapark, where all the kids hang out. I text back, “Which one, man?”

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