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Aight, so I’m vibin’, dodgin’ cops, ‘cause you know they lurkin’. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *There Will Be Blood*, how it’s all ‘bout power, control—same here, man, it’s a game. Who’s got the upper hand? Me? Her? The streets? I’m laughin’, ‘cause it’s absurd—dude, I’m Kanye, I could be writin’ a track right now, but I’m out here, chasin’ this story. I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ bored. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She sizes me up, smirks, says, “You lost, superstar?” I’m dyin’, man, she’s got jokes! I respect it, tho—takes guts to stand out here, dodgin’ creeps and rain.

La Merced Market

So, I’m grumbling, walking past the Zeewolde marina. It’s kinda pretty, I guess. Boats everywhere, people chilling. But I’m not in the mood for pretty. I’m in the mood for coffee. I need caffeine, like, yesterday. I swing by this little café on de Wetering. The barista? Super chill. I order a cappuccino, and she’s like, “You want extra foam?” I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I mean, who doesn’t love foam?

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