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So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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But then, I saw this guy trying to fish off the pier. He was all tangled up in his line, looking like a total mess. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, come on, it’s Delfzijl! You gotta have some fishing skills if you’re gonna try that. I yelled, “Need a hand, mate?” He just glared at me. Oops.

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