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Saw this lass once, legit thought she’d walked outta “The Pianist”—elegant, haunted vibes, y’know? *“I’m not going to die,”* she’d probs say, Polanski’s line echoin’ in me head, ‘cept she’s dodgin’ coppers, not Nazis. Made me chuckle—gritty survival, innit? Sex escort game’s brutal—hustle never stops. Clients roll in, some posh twats, some sweaty creeps. One bloke, swear down, offered her a bleedin’ piano lesson as payment—cheeky git! Laughed me arse off, but she was fumin’.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I grab my coffee from that little café on de Laan van de Kruidtuin. Best coffee in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ it, and boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Jeroen. He’s like, “Dude, meet me at the park!”

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