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So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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According her neighbour Marcel she frequently had sex with Alex, a male prostitute. Her body is washed and the house is completely cleaned. Most of her.

But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I rush over, thinking I’m a hero or something. I help her out, and she’s super grateful. But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted to help, not get a TED talk!” But she’s sweet, so I listen. Turns out, she’s lived in Mierlo her whole life. She’s got stories about the old days, when the streets were dirt and the town was tiny.

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