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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the line, ya dig? Whore, lover, muse—shit blurs like smoke. Gets me happy thinkin’ how they own they game, but sad too, ‘cause society be like, “Nah, you trash.” Fuck that noise! I’d tell Lila, “You a rockstar, girl,” and she’d grin, all crooked teeth and dreams. Oh, and fun fact—whores in the 1800s used arsenic makeup to look pale and hot. Poison for pussy, yo, that’s gangsta dedication!

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Then, we hit the roundabout at de Veldstraat. Timmy’s like, “What do I do?” I’m screaming, “Just go! It’s not rocket science!” He finally goes, but he forgets to signal. Classic rookie move. I’m just sitting there, facepalming. Bladel’s got enough roundabouts to make anyone dizzy, and he’s making it worse!

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