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Yo, what’s good, fam? Findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? Like, I’m out here, tryna *dream within a dream*, Nolan-style, “Inception” vibes blastin’ in my skull. Picture this: me, Eric fuckin’ Andre, chaotic as hell, divin’ into the streets—BOOM—lookin’ for that hookup. Not some basic chick, nah, I need that *totem spinnin’* energy, ya feel? Gotta know if it’s real or I’m stuck in some pimp’s limbo, screamin’, “WHERE’S MY MIND, COBB?!”

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So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s a typical gray morning. I’m like, “Ugh, another day of auditing.” But hey, I’m in Vlissingen, so at least I got the sea nearby. I grab my coffee from that cute little café on the corner of Nieuwstraat. You know the one? The barista there is always super chill. I’m like, “Yo, can I get a double shot?” She just laughs and says, “You need it!”

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