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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Then, outta nowhere, this group of girls shows up. They’re giggling and all, but one of ‘em trips on the curb on de Hoofdstraat. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. She goes down hard, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. But then she gets up, brushes herself off, and says, “I’m fine! Just testing the pavement!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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