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Now, picture this – gentle Bob Ross vibes, paintin’ a scene. A brothel’s like a canvas, messy but alive, full o’ stories. Reminds me of *Amélie* – that lil French gal, peekin’ into lives, stirrin’ up magic. “We pass the time of day to forget how time passes,” she’d say, and dang, ain’t that true for a brothel? Folks stroll in, chasin’ a moment, leavin’ time at the door.

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Next, I decide to hit up the park, you know, just chill. I walk over to het Terheijdense Bos. It’s beautiful, man! Trees everywhere, birds chirping, and I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re loud, like, really loud. I’m trying to enjoy nature, and they’re yelling like it’s the World Cup.

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