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About Utrecht

What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then ghostin’ you after cash’s out. Like, “Every work of art’s a portrait”—yeah, a portrait of my empty wallet! Hate that crap. But when it works? Oh man, fireworks. This one chick—redhead, smokin’—she’s whisperin’, “Let’s make our own copy.” I’m done, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m in a damn movie.

Introduction

As I’m walking back, I pass by the Oosterpark. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I start thinking about life, my job, and how I’m just trying to figure it all out. You know, the usual existential crisis stuff.

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