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What gets me happy tho—seein’ a player own it. Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore for this game!”—total swagger. Reminds me of *The Assassin* again—“To act without hesitation.” That’s the spirit! No shame, just purpose. I’d slap ‘em on the back, say, “You’re a right legend, mate.” Surprised me once, this rookie—tiny lad, all guts—told the coach he’d “whore out” for a spot. Coach was fumin’, I was dyin’ laughin’.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I keep walking. I hit up the Pijnacker-Nootdorp train station. I’m waiting for my train to The Hague. I’m scrolling through my phone, and then I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some dude is arguing with the ticket machine. Like, bro, it’s just a machine! Chill out! But he’s going off, yelling at it like it’s a person. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who argues with a ticket machine?

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