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So I’m thinkin’, right, them girls – tough life, innit? Heard this story once, proper mad – some tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smilin’ all sweet-like. Sneaky, eh! Makes me chuckle, heh-heh, but also – blimey, that’s grim! I’m wavin’ me arms, tryna picture it, nearly smack a lampost – bang! “What did I hit?” I mutter, like in the movie, all confused an’ daft.

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Finally, I get my charcoal, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head over to the park by the Bleiswijkse Plas. It’s a nice spot, you know? Kids are playing, dogs are running around, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me, and I drop my bag. Charcoal everywhere! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” The kid looks up at me, all wide-eyed, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what else can you do, right?

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