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One time, I’m cruisin’, right? Thinkin’ bout that scene where Adam’s all, “I just wanna feel somethin’ real.” Hit me hard, man. So I see this chick, posted up, lookin’ like she own the night. I’m like, “Yo, what’s poppin’, shawty?” She cool, we vibe, but I’m thinkin’, “This life heavy, huh?” Real talk, some o’ these pros got stories—runaways, dreamers, survivors. Shit’s deep, like them vampires sippin’ on life. Ain’t all glitz, fam, that’s the truth.

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First off, I hit the streets of Amby, and it was like, what’s up with the weather? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. Typical Dutch, am I right? I was just trying to grab a coffee at that cute little café on the Hoofdstraat. You know the one? The barista, bless her heart, spills my cappuccino all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!”

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