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D’oh! Alright, here we go—prostitutes, man! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout ‘em, like in that flick “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—damn, that movie hit me hard. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, prostitutes, they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like, whoa, tough gig! Reminds me of Otilia runnin’ around, stressed as hell, tryin’ to help her friend— “Be quiet, don’t ruin everything!” she’d snap. Same vibe, y’know? Runnin’ from cops, dodgin’ creeps—prostitutes got that raw deal too.

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So, we’re working hard, and I’m in the zone. Then, I hear this commotion down the street. It’s the Markt, and there’s a festival or something. I’m like, “Dude, I need a break!” So, I sneak away for a sec. I’m walking down the Kerkstraat, and it’s packed! Food stalls, music, people dancing. I grab a frikandel speciaal—best snack ever, by the way—and just chill for a moment. Life’s good, right?

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