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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

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So, I grab a croissant, and I’m feeling good. I sit on a bench near the park, just soaking in the vibes. Rheden’s got this chill park, you know? It’s called the “Rhedense Bos.” Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m thinking, “Life is good.” But then, outta nowhere, a kid starts screaming. Like, full-on horror movie scream. Turns out, he just saw a squirrel. A SQUIRREL! I mean, come on, kid. Get a grip!

Biography: Tom Middendorp, Chief of Defence of the Netherlands