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Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

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So, I’m walking down the street, and I see this café called “De Groene Boom.” I mean, come on, how could I resist? I’m a forester, I love trees! I pop in for a coffee, and the barista? Total character. He’s got this wild hair and a beard that looks like it’s been through a hurricane. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want it with a sprinkle of tree bark?” I laugh, but he’s dead serious. I’m like, “Nah, man, just the coffee, please.”