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Now, *White Material* kicks in my head—“Fear is a weapon.” She ain’t scared, but me? I’m thinkin’, “Am I pushin’ my luck here?” Cargo’s one thing—girls like her? Whole other game. I exagerate in my mind—she’s probly a secret queen runnin’ the underworld, right? Ha! I toss her a wad of bills—more than she asked. “Keep it,” I say, “you’re worth it.” She laughs, “Big spender, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love that.

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So, I’m strolling down the Heuvelstraat, right? Just minding my own business, when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. Like, bro, you okay? But he just gets up, brushes himself off, and yells, “I’m fine! Just testing gravity!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Classic Udenhout moment, ya know?

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