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So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

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While I’m sharpening, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s a bunch of tourists trying to take selfies with the Grote Kerk in the background. I mean, it’s a beautiful church and all, but c’mon, it’s not gonna run away! They’re all like, “Look at me! I’m in Gorinchem!” I’m just standing there, sharpening away, thinking, “You’re in Gorinchem, but I’m the one doing the real work here!”

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