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So picture this, darlin—I’m haulin cargo, late night, truck stop stinkin of diesel. This chick, all legs and lipstick, saunters up. “Need a ride?” she purrs. I’m like, whoa, surprised as hell—didn’t expect that! Reminds me of Grace in Dogville, y’know, “She wanted to stay hidden!”—but this gal ain’t hidin, she’s bold. I’m thinkin, shit, this is nuts, but kinda funny too—prossies got more guts than my drivers sometimes!

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As the day winds down, I’m exhausted. I head home, and I can’t help but think about Heusdenhout. It’s a quirky little place. The streets, the parks, the people. It’s got its charm, even on a day like today. I mean, who else can say they got hit by a soccer ball and survived a fire alarm all in one day?