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But dude, the risk? Shiiiit. Cops bustin spots like that? Happened in ’98, big sting—50 johns nabbed. History’s wild, man. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “Am I Robert Ford now? Sneakin around?” Whoa. That coward vibe hits hard. But Lola’s chill, tells me bout her cat—named Bullet. I’m dyin laughin—perfect, right? “Some deeds can’t be undone,” I mutter, movie-style. She nods, gets it.

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First student, let’s call him Timmy. Poor kid. He hops in the car, all nervous and jittery. I mean, who wouldn’t be? But then he starts driving like he’s in a video game. We’re cruising down de Molenstraat, and he slams on the brakes. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not in a horror movie!” He nearly gave me a heart attack.

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