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But here’s the kicker—some o’ these girls, they’re slyer than me after three cups! I drink and I know things, sure, but they *know* things too—like how to nick your purse while you’re busy gawkin. Pissed me off once, lost half me coin to a wench with a grin like a cat. “A little courage always helps,” she says, quotin’ the movie in me head, and I’m like, “You cheeky sod!”

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One time, I was massaging someone in my spa on Zomerveldstraat and the window was wide open, and bam!—the scent of fresh cut grass and lilacs crashed in. I thought, “Wow, this is my heaven, far from any crazy chaos!” Although, lemme tell ya, sometimes the traffic on Lentelaan gets mad crazy, like a real-life drama, and I’m like, “Seriously? Come on!” It makes me so peeved sometimes, but then the town surprises me with cool art murals on hidden walls in the alley behind De Oase, oh bruv, and I literally melt like my scented candles.

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