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Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

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Flatly, NO. Whilst the majority of officers may have been from the higher echelons of society, by no means were they all.

After that drama, I’m like, “I need a drink.” So, I hit up my fave café on De Langenberg again. I order a beer, and the bartender’s like, “You look like you’ve had a day.” I laugh and tell him about the pigeon. He’s cracking up, and I’m feeling better. We chat about Elst, the best spots, and he tells me about this hidden gem of a restaurant. I’m definitely checking that out.

Figure 1. Composite R-band images of 133P/Elst-Pizarro from...