Sleep naar de juiste positie
We pushed open the door, and immediately the smell hit us. Not gross, just… nostalgic. Like old leather, basement couches, and teenage rebellion. The clothes hung like ghosts on rusted racks—hoodies with frayed sleeves, jackets with mysterious stains, shirts with slogans like:
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