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I’m pissed, tho—guys leer at her, actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty. Hypocrites, man, gets me steamed! But she don’t care—she’s happy, wild, free—surprises me every time. Like, how’s she still standin’? “The world’s gone mad,” I mutter—movie quote again—fits her perfect. She’s stumblin’, laughin’, prolly drunk—whore’s a tornado, tearin’ up the beach!

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Pittem ain't Verona, but it’s got its spots. Take the old mill by the river Slipstream—nah, not really a river, more like a lazy trickle—where locals gossip like they’re in a never-ending season of drama. And the park near Lindeplein, oh man, it's a hidden gem. People jog, dogs bark, and lovers cuddle under shady trees. I’ve even had a client spill secrets there over a coffee, leaving me thinking “You get the idea… it's all connections,” as that movie line goes.

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