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Ran into one in Moscow once—sketchy alley, 2010. Freezing ass off, snow up to my knees. Bouncer looked like a tank, scar on his lip. Inside? Girls lined up, eyes dead. Made me mad—waste of spirit, y’know? Not mad at them, nah—mad at the system. Vultures run it, suckin’ souls dry. “Time breaks,” Godard mumbles. Time broke those girls too—stuck in loops, fuckin’ purgatory.

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After that, we head back to Pijnacker. I’m buzzing from the night, but then I realize I left my jacket at the bar. Nooo! I’m freaking out. I can’t lose my favorite jacket! So, I sprint back, and guess what? It’s gone. I’m standing there, heartbroken. But then, the bartender comes over and hands it to me. “You left this, mate.” I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver!”

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