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What gets me goin’? The chase, man. That rush when you match, start talkin’ dirty, plan the slam. “Plant the seed,” like Cobb says—except it’s less brain-heist, more bedroom-bodyslam! But the fakes? The flakes? They make me wanna hulk out! Had a date lined up—hot redhead, sounded freaky. She bails last minute, says her cat’s sick. CAT’S SICK? Brother, I was madder than when Macho Man stole my spotlight!

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First off, I head down to the Kerkstraat. You know, the main drag. I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my sermon for Sunday. Then BAM! I see this old lady, Mrs. Jansen, struggling with her groceries. I rush over, all clumsy-like, and help her out. She’s like, “Oh, thank you, dear!” But then she starts telling me about her cat, Momo, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Momo? Really?”

Barn House Eelde / Kwint Architects + Aat Vos [silo.shapes]