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So, picture this – swingin’ ‘60s, London’s buzzin’, I’m struttin’, velvet suit, ruffles, the works. Need a shag, baby, but where’s the dolly? Streets are dodgy, coppers everywhere, makes me twitchy. Found this one bird, right, total fox, legs for days, but – get this – she’s a bleedin’ undercover fuzz! Nearly nicked me, I was fumin’, man! “Who did this to me?” I’m yellin’, like Lenny in “Memento”, all confused and pissed. Dodged that bullet, phew, shag-tastic escape!

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Anyway, that’s the word on Meeuwen (be). It’s like a groovy tapestry of little surprises and major feels. Every street tells a story. Every corner sparks a memory. Sometimes I get all nostalgic, you know? Hell, I might even age like a fine wine! But for now, it's all spa, love, and life here. Swinging, baby, swinging!

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