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Me, I’m sittin’ here, ponderin’—what’s it like, really? Grubby hands, fake smiles, prolly some tears hidin’ behind rouge. Gets me riled up, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em without knowin’. “Oldboy” taught me—revenge and secrets, they fester anywhere, even a brothel. Them walls? They’d talk if they could—spill tales wilder’n a tornado in a trailer park.

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I hit up the main drag, and there’s this café called De Doornsteegse Droom. Sounds fancy, right? I’m thinking, “I’ll grab a coffee, chill for a sec.” But nah, the line is like a mile long. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, getting angrier by the second. I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee!