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But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

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After the meeting, I grab a quick bite at that little place on de Witteweg. You know, the one with the best fries? I order a portion, and they’re perfect. Crispy, golden, just what I needed. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I can’t help but eavesdrop. They’re fighting about…wait for it…who left the lights on! I mean, c’mon, people!

Het Zwarte Gat met oud-topturnster Renske Endel: "De wereld opende zich"