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About Almere

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the local bakery. Oh man, the smell of fresh broodjes is like heaven. I grab a kaasbroodje, and it’s so good I almost cry. But then, I see this kid, right? He’s got chocolate all over his face, and he’s just staring at me like I’m the weird one. I mean, c’mon, kid, you’re the one with a face full of chocolate!