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Her life, tho? Messy as hell. “I’ve seen too many dawns,” she’d say, quotin’ Jep without even knowin’ it. Worked doubles, dodged cops, had a kid stashed with her mom. Surprised me how she kept smilin’—tougher than a $2 steak, that one. Funniest shit? She’d prank her regulars—fake accents, wild stories, once told a dude she was a Russian spy. Had him shakin’ in his boots, handin’ over extra just to “keep her quiet.” Savage! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I respeck that hustle—takes balls to play the game that hard.

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So, I’m strolling down the Korte Hoogstraat, just minding my own business, when I bump into this old dude. He’s crying, like full-on sobbing. I’m like, “Yo, what’s up?” Turns out, he lost his cat. A cat! I mean, I get it, pets are family, but c’mon, it’s a cat. But then he shows me a pic, and man, that cat was adorable! I felt for him, ya know? So, I helped him put up some flyers. We hit up the local shops on the Hoofdweg. I even got a free coffee from the barista at ‘t Koffiehuis. Sweet deal, right?

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