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But lemme tell ya, it ain’t all laughs. Some punters—ugh, slimy gits—think they’re kings. Pissed me off once, this toff in a fancy coat hagglin’ her down to coppers. “You shall not pass!” I wanted to yell, blast him with my staff. Poor girl looked knackered, probs been out all night. Made me sad, thinkin’ how Jesse got betrayed—same vibe, y’know? “Cowardice sent me ahead,” like the movie says. These girls, they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers and creeps.

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After that, I head over to the park on De Kade. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green, chill vibes. I’m just trying to unwind when I spot this food truck. It’s got the best fries in Driemanspolder, or so they say. I’m like, “I gotta try this!” So I order a portion, and while I’m waiting, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in public!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, it was just a playful spat. Classic Driemanspolder drama, I guess.