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Real talk, tho—she’s got stories. Heard she once rolled with some dude, big baller, ‘til he got caught slippin’. She dipped, took his stash, left him cryin’ like, “I’m the king!” Nah, bruh, she the queen of petty. Little known fact: they say she got a tat of a broken heart under her eye—swears it’s from a fight she won with a bottle. Savage, right? Straight outta *City of God*— “Knockout Ned ain’t got shit on her.”

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Letter: Director General Stuyvesant; pardoning Marten van Weert from whipping; banishment upheld, May 21 · Collection Organization · Citation · Request.

First off, I hit up the Markt. You know, that big square with the fountain? Yeah, that one. I’m just vibin’, grabbin’ a coffee from this cute little café called De Zwarte Ruiter. Best coffee in town, no cap. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Joris. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!” I’m like, “Which park?” There’s like a million parks here. But he means Stadspark, of course.

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