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Alright, listen up, pal—I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this wild mess about findin’ a prostitute, with my fave flick *A Serious Man* spinnin’ in my head. Picture this: me, artist-technologist, sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ lukewarm coffee, thinkin’—why’s life gotta be so damn absurd, like Larry Gopnik’s in that movie? “Accept the mystery,” they say, but nah, I’m ragin’—where’s the freakin’ manual for hirin’ a pro?

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After that, we decide to grab some food. We hit up this little café on the corner of de Korte Laan. I order a burger, and it’s massive! Like, I’m talking a tower of meat. I can’t even fit it in my mouth. Joris is cracking jokes, saying I need a bigger jaw. I’m like, “Shut up, man!”

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