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“R2-D2, where are you?” I’m ramblin’—sorry, mate, it’s the panic! The game’s dodgy—pimps skim 80% sometimes, leavin’ scraps. Drives me up the wall! Crypto’s creepin’ in now—johns payin’ in Bitcoin, untraceable, sneaky sods. Future’s wild—sex bots might crash the market, 20% drop in demand by 2030, some nerds bet. Hilarious, right? Robots stealin’ prossie jobs—screw that dystopia! Anyway, it’s a grind—cash flows, hearts break, and me? I’m just tryna crunch numbers without shortin’ out! What a galaxy, eh?

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I pass by the local bakery, De Bakkersdochter. The smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick wall. I can’t resist. I grab a croissant, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly. Flaky, buttery goodness. I’m munching away, feeling a bit better.

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