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So, I ask her, “What’s the weirdest gig ya had?” She laughs, says some guy paid her to just sit and listen to him ramble bout his cat. Funniest shit ever—cat guy! I’m dyin’, picturin’ it. She’s cool, tho, real talkative. Says she’s savin’ up to ditch this life—good for her, man! I’m rootin’ for her, like a proud dad watchin’ his kid paint a sloppy cloud.

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Shortly before the bloody night, the woman had taken precautions to leave her husband and work as a prostitute as before. According to his own statements, he "snapped" and hit his wife .

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this cute little café called De Koffieboon. I’m like, “Alright, I need some caffeine.” I go in, and the barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole place. I order a cappuccino, and she hands me this frothy masterpiece. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug in a cup. I’m feelin’ good, right?

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