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Rain lashed against the tram window as I squeezed between damp overcoats, my ears burning with the guttural chaos of Flemish announcements. Tomorrow's client pitch demanded flawless Dutch - a language that still sounded like angry furniture assembly instructions after six months of textbook torture. That morning, I'd spilled coffee on my last clean shirt while butchering "uitgang" for the tenth time. Desperation made me tap Ling Dutch's garish orange icon during that claustrophobic commute.

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