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Last week, my buddy Dave—dumb as a stump—tried it. Said it was “spiritual,” like he’s some guru now. I told him, “You’re an idiot, Dave.” He’s lyin’ there, candles flickerin’, some chick whisperin’ about “energy flow”—I’d gag if I wasn’t so damn annoyed. “What am I doing here?” Bob Harris’d say, stuck in that weird hotel bar. That’s me, watchin’ Dave blab about his “release.” Release? From what, sanity? I hate everything.

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Now, lemme spill some tea: down by the old water mill on Dreefstraat—yeah, that’s a hidden gem—locals say it’s haunted by memories (or maybe just my crazed counselor eyes seeing patterns everywhere). When I see families picnicking there, I can’t help but feel those universal tugs of love, pain, and the glimmer of redemption. I swear, sometimes it makes me mad that modern life forgets these delicate intricacies. It's like, come on, try to feel something!

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