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So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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First off, I’m a clergyman, right? So, I’m supposed to be all calm and collected. But today? Pffft. I’m running late for the service at the St. Joseph Church on the Kromme Zandweg. I’m sprinting down the street, dodging bikes and kids. Feijenoord is wild, man! It’s like a game of Frogger out here.

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