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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the Sneekermeer. Man, that place is gorgeous. The boats are cruisin’, people are chillin’. I grab a snack from a little stand. Best frikandel I’ve ever had! I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ a bit better, when I see this kid tryin’ to fish. He’s got this tiny rod, and he’s all serious about it. I can’t help but chuckle. Kid’s got more patience than I do today.

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