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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

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I’m fuming, but then I spot this street performer on the corner of the Keizerstraat. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda killing it. I can’t help but smile. I toss him a couple of euros. He gives me this huge grin, and for a sec, all my anger just melts away.

How one former Hillsdale student surrendered it all