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Last time I looked—pure chaos! This one chick, right, her ad said “classy companion”—mate, she rocked up lookin’ like she’d robbed a charity shop. Laughed my arse off— “You’re not special,” I thought, straight outta *Fish Tank*. But she was sweet—surprised me. Told me ‘bout her kid, her shit life—fuck, I felt that. “Tryin’ to get out,” she said, echoin’ Mia’s mum. Heavy, man.

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Then, I head over to the Markt. It’s this big square, and there’s a market goin’ on. Fresh veggies, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m checkin’ out some rad tulips when I overhear this lady yellin’ at her kid. “Stop runnin’! You’ll knock over the cheese!” I chuckle. Kids, man. They’re like little tornadoes.

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