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Hmm… I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live, I say! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ rent, while I’m home foldin’ Bart’s crusty socks. Who’s the real hero? Ha! Maybe I’ll invite her over—nah, Homer’d freak. Still, I’m hummin’, “Gleaners gotta glean,” feelin’ all wise and French. What a night—prostitutes, pitchforks, poultry—Springfield’s wild, man!

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It's pretty standard, some deviate, but my rates are euros for suck and fuck, that's the norma now. Rates are subject to change.

First off, I hit up a café on Haarlemmerstraat. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered a cappuccino, and it was like a hug in a mug. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the barista just laughs. I mean, come on! I’m trying to be all cool and artsy, and I end up looking like a toddler with a juice box.

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