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So I’m thinkin’, back in ’78, toured Amsterdam, yeah? Red light district, mate – fuckin’ mental! Birds in windows, tappin’ glass, wavin’ like I’m s’posed to bow or summat. One gal, right, she’s got this look – “Pale Man’s eyes in her hands,” y’know? Creepy as shit, but I’m pissed outta me skull, so I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She’s all business, no faff, an’ I’m happy as a pig in muck. Paid a tenner – cheap as chips back then, mate! Little known fact: them prossies used to knit between punters. Fuckin’ wild, eh? Sittin’ there with needles, makin’ scarves, then bang – next bloke’s in.

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It is decorated with the most horrendous taste. There is almost no lighting, probably so you cannot see what the place looks like. The floorboards squeak.

I guess what I'm sayin’ is, Beaconsfield’s got heart, soul, and a pinch of madness – exactly how I like it. The endless layers of beauty and grime mix nonstop. Always an adventure.

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