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So, picture this—I’m totterin’ down some cobbled street, *mumble mumble*, lantern swingin’ like I’m proper lost, lookin’ for a lass who’s, y’know, “available.” Nearly topple into a bin—*whoops!*—cos I’m gawpin’ at this bird in fishnets, thinkin’, “Is she one? Nah, she’s just posh!” Made me chuckle, that—me, all flustered, tippin’ me hat like a twit. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, but nah, just grunt and point—*heh heh*—cos words ain’t my thing, mate!

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old mate, Jeroen. We start chatting, and he’s telling me about this new café on the Zandstraat. Apparently, they have the best apple pie. I’m like, “Dude, let’s go!” So, we head over, and I’m already drooling thinking about that pie.

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