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About Utrecht

Tie it to “A.I.”—imagine robot brothels. Gigolo Joe whisperin’, “I’m built for this.” No soul, just code—creepy, right? Me, I’d be like, “Harvest the johns!”—ha! Personal quirk—I’d growl at pimps. Hate ‘em—slimy bastards. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—picturin’ me plowin’ through walls! “This is my purpose!”—like David in the movie. Brothel’s a mess—love, lust, lies. Rarrgh! Chew on that, pal!

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

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After that, I needed a break. So, I strolled down the Laan van de Kruideniers. It’s a nice street, you know? Trees lining the road, little houses with gardens. But then I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell you, it was a disaster. He’s turning the wheel like he’s in a video game, and I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the show. Finally, he gives up and just leaves the car in the middle of the street. Classic Epe moment.

Lagos, good morning ☀️