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Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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After a few hours of back-and-forth, I finally get a break. I step outside, and it’s a beautiful day. I stroll down to the Wijchensche Molen. That place always calms me down. I sit by the water, and for a moment, everything’s perfect. Then, BAM! A kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Seriously?!” But the kid just laughs and runs off. I can’t help but laugh too.

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