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Anyways, I’m cruisin—dark corners, neon buzzin, stinks like piss n’ regret. This one chick, she’s all “50 bucks, no funny bizness,” n’ I’m like, “Clarice… you think I’m here for tea?” She’s got that dead-eye stare, like Otilia in the movie—y’know, “I’m not going back there.” Fuckin chills me, but I’m hooked. Somethin bout that edge, that danger, gets the blood pumpin.

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Then I hit the corner of de Korte Dijk. And guess what? There’s a street performer. This dude is playing the accordion like he’s in a movie or something. I stop, totally vibin’. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this huge grin. I’m like, “Dude, you made my day!”

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